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Xa xa xa yyiii!!!

Xa pronounced “ha”. Words containing the letter ‘x’ can be quite difficult to pronounce. I remember, when i was young, skipping the name Xerxes (pronounced zúrk seez/ zek ziz) in the history books cos i didn’t know how to pronounce it. I just say to myself, “abi ino be king Darius in son who later became king?” Anyway ‘Xa’ is no English word but an Ewe one (pronounced ha).

You might have (you should have) met a teacher at school who “get mouth”, tells lies (usually in our opinion) and you try as much as possible not to laugh at him by keeping your mouth tightly shut. You ‘release’ it in bits, chuckling  and further fortify your mouth by covering it with your palm. Well here’s how one Geography class found an ingenious way of laughing at their teacher, who hitherto, had been consigned to living in a state of oblivion.

You see, the Geography master’s name is Mr Xaxayi (pronounced ‘ha-ha-yi). The pronunciation is synonymous to the sound produced when laughing, ha ha ha. Whenever something funny comes up during Geography lesson, whether from Mr Xaxayi or anybody else, the whole class explodes, “Xa Xa Xa yyiii!!! (ha ha ha yyiii!). The big guys at the back make it much more amusing with their thundering voices, laughing like a drain.

The ’09 Geography class has sparked a new tradition which will burn on so long as Mr Xaxayi remains a teacher on that campus (even the juniors know about it). Even if he tries to stamp it out students, obstinate as they (we) are, will continue to stoke the fire.
Xa xa xa yyiii!!!

‘get mouth’- too known

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Falling into the hands of Morpheus.

I love keeping diaries (only I don’t keep one now). To my high school mates keeping a diary was like a new form of renaissance to them (they aren’t dunderheads I beg your pardon). Have lots of interesting things to reminisce about. There are some of these occurrences, stupid but funny remarks, faces and names of friends which, with time, will be blown to the back of beyond. Which is why I kept and keep an anthology (if I may call it) on my high school life.
Here’s an excerpt from my high school diary.

”                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                12-11-08

I’m in a fix right now because something tells me to, something tells me not to.. Just like Hamlet in his famous monologue, ” to be or not to be…” . Know why? Cos it really happened to me! I don’t know if I’m angry or not. You’re itching to hear it, aren’t you?

“Young man, you are falling into the hands of Morpheus” says Fr. Ben Doe, the school chaplain when he finds you sleeping (or almost on the verge of) in class. Usually a teacher instructs the person next the  one  sleeping to knock him on the head. It’s really funny, you know, and we all laugh our lungs out. Didn’t realise it was that annoying to be woken from your sleep with a knock- jump from the soothing luxurious world of Morpheus on Mt. Olympus into the present. You’d be savouring the taste of sleep by then, slowly… taking in every bit of it when *knock!*

Oh Chale, you don’t know how I felt when Agbemasu Peter gave me that *hard heavy* knock for sleeping in class. Don’t sympathise, empathise. ”

I still fall into the hands of Morpheus, though no more knocks. That world is something else. My course mates call it chaba-ing (after the South African football player, Tonic ChabalalaThe body is weak but the soul is willing.. Don’t see the connection nor how it evolved). Still haven’t found the antidote yet. May be I won’t! The body is weak but the soul is willing!

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