The Bojo Trip

The last trip at school

By: Caleb Enstir Eghan

I am the type who will describe himself as shy, skeptic, simply put unsociable until I decided not to label myself with these attributes. To achieve this aim, I decided to join my school on a trip to the Bojo Beach. It was the last trip for those of us in our final year.

The day was a regular day with a lot of joy in the sky as usual, the air was fresh and all I could see was beautiful girls “in and out” with different dresses to match with their beauty. This view quickly “troubled” my spirit prompting me to say “God is love”.

The idea of wanting to be cool and sociable was nearly scraped when I felt very sad inward because of the time it took the bus to move from the campus. Most students decided to come late, making those of us who arrived earlier feel “stupid” because we have to wait for them.

So finally, the bus took off with most of the guys and ladies I expected namely; Sean pimps, Sinero, Koti, Bruce, Yram, Adwoa in my bus shouting and making merry as the driver moved us gently and smoothly like a “ Castle Milk Stout” to Bojo beach without any complains.

Bojo beach is located at Mallam- Kasoa road somewhere isolated from the public. Its surrounding are dusty with a road not quiet admirable, with some bushes along the gloomy road. The beach is said to be one of the best in the country in recent times, it as a lagoon that visitors need to cross with a boat before getting onto the beach which makes it spectacular. It is said that most Ghanaian musicians make their hit videos on the shores of Bojo. A popular is Ofori Amposah’s “Emmanuella” track.

So we finally got to the beach, which welcomed us with a beautiful dance wall track from Sean Paul the resorts DJ. Immediately some got into the dancing mode, “shaking what their mother gave them”. I must confess that I am not good at dancing which I can not be blamed for because my Mom and Dad dance terribly.

I opened my eyes clearly and focused like an eagle recording every single event at the beach into my small “coconut”. The Ladies looked more different and beautiful in their bikinis as they swim and danced as if there will not be tomorrow. I quiet remember an instance where a beautiful lady moved the whole crowd with her wicked “labamba” or otherwise “Asa boni” moves.

On my part, I started slowly like as snail just enjoying the dance, the sea and more specially the bikinis while taking some close shots with a friend. The sea water was warm enough to take care of my tied ankles. With the aim of the trip still at heart I managed to take a bottle of wine with me to enjoy with good friends.

I got into the grove when students from “Ghana Institute of Journalism” who happened to be there challenged my school “African University College of Communication” to a dancing competition. Students from both institutions did well but that was where I had to put every single doze of shyness aside to show my friend what I can do to support the school. I shouted and danced with some of the ladies without knowing what I was doing because obviously what I was doing can not be called a dance. I even managed to dance with some of the ladies I respect a lot.

Well, the day was coming to an end as the night drawn nearer and nearer. We decide to look for the route to our mother’s bosom so we left the shores of Bojo. However, an unfortunate event occurred when some of the guys engaged themselves in a stupid debate that delayed us for a while.

I got home at 8:00pm, had a bath, ate some rice and reflected on the last trip I went with my friends.