God is NOT an old tom, 'heaven' has never been at Cantonments

Me eh, I believe blasphemy more that science and logic was behind our 2017 Science and Maths Quiz loss to Prempeh College – at a time when we were coasting then ‘God is an Old Tom’ surfaced. I haven’t and won’t understand how that was, is or will be – never!

So eventually we lost, but those two boys and whoever played a role in their exploits MUST 100% be proud of them. If for nothing at all, they beat Kaneshie High Spoof boys (Accra Archaic) I mean and ‘sentenced’ Presec Legon to go play with Lego bricks.

I can’t talk for everyone – in fact that’d be too much work even for a lazy writer like me. But life in St. Thomas Aquinas was defined within two contexts – it was life in the ‘fast lane’ and a school for ‘hard knocks’ – these are my views, I haven’t asked for yours.

Eventually, we would come up with classifications like D-bee (pampered boys), hard core (tough guys), fearoo (easily intimidated boys) – truth be told I proudly belonged to this bloc, then there were chookers (sell out gang) amongt others. I dare say, however, that every Aquinas boy at a time or the other landed in some headache.

Whether in their individual capacity or when a group decided to smear ‘em with some mud. I witnessed how a school prefect at the time (Charles Torgbor – 2000) and his mates were made to carry cement blocks by Father Batsa. School prefect ooooo but he carry the distin some ….

That day eh, science one and science two boys forgot about all the heat that our classes generated and gave Togbor and co the mockery of their lives. If it were today, photos and videos of the ‘manual seniors’ would have been roaming whatsapp and other platforms.

Weeding, kneeling down in the sun, watering plants across the school field courtesy Larloku, watering plants in front of the administration block etc were are military engagements that boys had to endure for a reason or the other.

Me, all I’m saying is that Cantonment’s was not a heaven, no where near it. When did God come through aaaa and then became an Old Tom, I mean how and when did that happen. When school pee transports blocks and God can’t intervene, oh naaa.

We didn’t and no one walks into those walls to get trouble but someway somehow the system managed to knacker you so nice when you look back, you cannot but admit that it was all for the better – aucun doubte (no doubt!)

And oh ‘God is an Old Tom,’ reminds me of English class – of Madam Nelly with all her adjectival clauses and phrases and figures of speech. Did I hear defenders of the sacrilegious statement calling (God is an Old Tom) a figure of speech?

Beeb3 – ‘There’s no time’ to delve into the nitty-gritty and the to iron out the fine details of what clearly is a hanky-panky if you want jiggery-pockery of a claim. I repeat insofar as Cantonments was not heaven, God is not, was not, will not be an Old Tom.

Point of note: God was always with Aquinas boys as we walked amid EMIT boys at Interco, as we miraculously qualified for some Super Zonals and last year when ‘protractor’ ensured our progression in the Science and Maths Quiz. Me, Hajia Fati’s son – I’m an Old Tom!