CHAPTER 7
Osman
A week before the next term started, Mama took me to the school, the Maamobi Boys’ Junior High School. Because of the afternoons I’d spent in my study in the storeroom behind Mama’s shop and the library books I’d been reading, I had no trouble passing the placement test. The headmaster congratulated me and put me in the senior JHS class. I’d made up for most of the school time I’d lost while my mother was so ill. Mama gave me a hug and told me, “Well done.” It was the first time she had done that. I was shy and didn’t know what to do. I don’t remember my mother ever hugging me like that.
The boys in the class had been together for a least a term and had made their friends. There was only one other new boy in the class, a Christian Fanti called Jackson Brew. He asked me t
