I was just seventeen,
Ten and seven,
When I had a dream,
A journalism dream
A dream in the media,
A dream to disseminate news
A dream to be a broadcaster
A dream of NYIMA BAH on the byline
Yes, it was a dream
Then, I got accepted into UTG
Yes, to study journalism
Ever thought of butterflies in the stomach?
Hell yeah, I had butterflies in my tummy!
It’s January 8th 2018
I woke up to a beautiful morning,
With a smile,
Birds chipping,
Cocks crowing,
I rubbed sleep off my eyes
Stood, stretched and excited
Like a child’s first day in school
It was already 6am
I jumped off bed and stood at my window
Viewing the morning beauty
As the Northern star disappeared
Into the midnight blue sky
Paving way for a new day
Donned in immaculately garlie pink dress
With blue shoes to match
UTG, here I come!
At the school premises
Filled with students
Freshmen and seniors
All neatly dressed
In the orientation room
Got seated in the first row
A 5’6 man walked in
With a lady, the admin officer
The man, holding files in his right hand
Is the Dean
And with a bright smile
He tasked us to introduce ourselves
I did, everyone did
Which followed a boring lecture on ethics
Meant to inspire
And not to despair
Long or short,
Boring or interesting
It was clear journalism chose me
It is my CALLING
I answered,
On orientation day.
