No pain, no gain
As the adage goes, “If you don’t sweat, you won’t eat”. Well, Kwasi Nyamson appears to be one of the people who believe this adage lacks veracity. Because of his family’s affluence and influence he believed he could have his way through everything.
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In fact, right from basic school, Kwasi as he was affectionately called spent long hours playing video games and roaming about with friends at the expense of his books. As a result, he performed poorly in almost all the promotional examinations he wrote. Yet he would not sit up because his parents were able to use their influence to get him promoted to the next class.
What they often say to convince his teachers was that he was still a kid and so did not understand the implications of his actions. One expected that Kwasi would changed when he reached junior high school.
However that was not the case. His notorious behaviour worsened. Now he even faked his father’s voice and called the school while his parents were aware to work to seek permission that he would not come to school.
Under the guise that he was his father, he would play pranks on the school authorities by disguising his voice and ask permission to be absent from school.
This affected him severely during the Basic Education Certificate Examination which he performed so poorly that none of the schools he selected were ready to give him admission.
Luckily with the influence of his parents, he got admission in one of the senior high schools. Due to the frustrations his parents went through trying to get a school for him, they warned him that they would no longer help him out if he does not pull up. Kwasi took the warning for granted and continued with his notorious activities in senior high school.
In Secondary School, he had no regard for authority. He joined bad company again who introduced him to a lot of bad activities such as night clubbing and bars at times when they should be at prep. He never went to church. All advice given to him fell on deaf ears. His parents lavished money and gifts on him, which fluffed his feathers and swaggering his walk to lure girls into his bed. He got many girls pregnant and was asked to leave the school on suspension and only to return after one year.
His parents did not receive him as a son. This time, they were fed up with him. While at home, he went through a lot of ordeals. When he went back to school, he had turned over a new leaf. In addition to his suspension, he was made to repeat his class.
He was now going to sit the West African Senior School Certificate Examination (W.A.S.S.C.E) when he was not prepared at all. He failed the examination and thought his parents would pay bribe but to his flabbergast, they didn’t.
His preparation for his examination was woefully inadequate and was not able to make hay while the sun shone. His dream of going to University of Legon had been shattered into a million tiny pieces.
He had reaped what he sowed. Since he had sown laziness and insolence, he reaped failure. One day he ran into an old classmate in town who had become well-to-do. He looked at him with pity as he gave him a few cedis.
Kwesi reflected on how he had wasted all the opportunities at his disposal-he had burnt his boat. All he could tell himself was No pain, No Gain. He wished he could turn back the hands of time but had I known always come last.