…….lower your
gaze, you are in Legon was exactly the advice I received from a stranger
who would later become my friend after he saw me open my mouth wide in utter
disbelief with my eyes forcing themselves out of their sockets as I looked at
this half naked girl in a dress I thought back then as the shortest and most
despicable attire anyone could ever put. I must hasten to add however that,
today that dress finds itself 9th
and at a threat of languishing at the
bottom or losing its place on my top 10 chart of the shortest dresses I have
ever seen on Legon campus.
Well was it my fault, a poor boy from Konongo who had
gained admission to the premier University where I was told “civilization” was
at its pinnacle (where civilization
implies ridiculous dressing, facial painting, and human masquerading contest).
The least I could do was watch because luckily for me it wasn’t a Pay Per view (PPV).
Even though I had my own expectations of the (turbulent)
nature of Legon fashion, the thought of seeing dresses shorter than G-string
panties never occurred to me, not even in my wildest of imaginations.
As religious as I am I have lost it many times and
acted no different from what Lot’s wife did some thousand years ago as reported
in the Bible. Often I’d tell myself before I step out that hey! Today no turning back!!!!!.
Glad the punishment of turning into a statue of salt doesn’t apply now, perhaps
I’d have been one myself. However I must add that the many times I have been
compelled to look back were not motivated by the promiscuous side of me (of course all men are except that most are
too afraid to concede) but by the insatiable desire for knowledge (to see clearly to confirm and be convinced that
I am not day-dreaming or fantasizing because it is only in such scenarios that
I hear people dress like that) and in each single case the reality dawned
on me.
Obviously if you know me well, you would understand
that even though am not a rich kid, my decision to leave PENT which in my view
is the best hall to be in terms of proximity to lectures, was not because I
couldn’t pay the exorbitant fees or couldn’t afford the living conditions over
there. Well I am not saying either, that,
I left because of the scary and tempting short jeans or the ‘near-swimming
costume’ kind of dressing that characterizes Block C each day around 5pm in the
evening, only God knows what kind of bell
is rung to get them all assembled there together around that time.
But I always thought however that, my movement to
Alex Kwapong Hall would free me from such nightmares and the trouble of always
having to sleep alone with my pillow in between my legs each night. But
countless times I have been greeted with several degrees of stretch-marks on
the thighs of especially fair girls, exposed by the miniskirts they put on. The
path that stretches from the night market to Akuafo hall Annex C also sums up
the story of this culture of dressing for the traditional halls.
Now they have this transparent silky condom-like
stretch of a dress they call “skinny”. Usually they would wear long dresses to
cover some “vital statistics” but
now, they’d rather wear equally transparent colorful ”ready-to-fight” tops (mostly pink) that barely covers the bellybutton
to CLASS.
Hmmm but the irony is, some of them would rather wear
jeans trousers to the poolside and at times the beach and wear these
half-dresses to churches and classes. The least said about those skinny
leggings that take the color of the human skin the better. From afar you are
tempted to think they are naked. And if you care to know, they normally
compliment it with a push-up Bra and
a V-neck top.
It would only take those in the league of the Hindu
monks to resist a glance.
Ah well it lays beyond this paper to determine
whether these are decent dressing or not, but I can only advice especially my
brethren in freshman year (of course
those believe it’s not right to look and can’t stand the temptation) to
make good use of my advice.
And lest I forget, in case, just in case I have my
gaze on an exposed butt when next you see me, do well to remind me to lower my
gaze, because after all am in Legon.
Legon
boys abr3 !!!!!!
Karim
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