He was virtually invisible throughout high school, you know? High school was for the cool and it gave no room for losers. Apenteng seemed okay with his invisibility which I found awkward because its either you want to be cool or you cant. He cared less about the Kasper shirts and altered trousers that was in vogue in High school. Apenteng stuck to the school uniform which was so uncool and everybody hated it.
Walking alone was impossible in High school but Apenteng proved us wrong each time we went on break. Oh, he sometimes walked to the cafeteria with the new “ugly” girl that just transferred to the school and most often the “fat” girl he was never able to ask out;…oh and he had a bunch of uncool friends too; uncool friends who sometimes kept their distance for fear of being DOUBLE uncool. Hehe such losers! Apenteng was the epitome for disaster and an infection of being uncool in High school nobody wanted to catch.
We loved sports! Sports players were like gods in High school. Apenteng is definitely an oxymoron to sports. He hated it and never turned up for games nor sports tutoring sessions of any kind. “Doesn’t this guy want to be cool at all?” we wondered. He would rather stay in class or hide in the music classroom to write…..to write stupid stories and articles nobody read.
The cool guys spoke the language that sent chills down the spine of ladies, it simply gave off cool vibes; pidgin as it’s called is adulterated english…Africanized english you may call it. It has the worst form of litotes and inversion ever to be uttered in the name of english. Students itched to say sentences like,” This guy be jon waaa” which means “This guy is a loser” also sentences like,” This guy no chop woman before” vulgarly means, “This guy has never had sex before(virgin)” which was often teasingly said to Apenteng. Trust me, it was cool to be able to say sentences like that and saying them in pidgin meant you were soooo cool. Apenteng stuck with the normal english language which was so uncool.such a girl
Apenteng was bullied all the time by other students including his mates; even when he had juniors, they hated him. Why? Because he is Apenteng. He was too skinny to defend himself and his glasses were too thick to risk breaking. Everyone treated Apenteng like crap…it is simply what everybody did. Apenteng would never enter a class during class or prep hours because he knew what would befall him; he would be teased filling the class with an uproar, “BO-HOO”. He hardly smiled, said little and moved about less.
Nobody really paid attention to him which was in fact what he wanted, he was simply a high school experience for us. It was a daily phenomenon for Apenteng to come back from break to see an inscription pasted on his table like, “ HELP! I am nasty!” “Help! I am smelly”. He would only tear the inscription off his table and sit down without looking back which was usually followed by a teasing laughter by the cool dudes and cool ‘wanna-be’s.
Lest I forget, Apenteng was in the band. It may sound cool to you but it was only a group of Bible thumpers who loved to sing; just another set of losers I may add. Although we enjoyed their performances because of the beautiful girls that led the group, we still made fun of him anyways.
This was all I saw and felt about Apenteng then…. But now, I know that Apenteng is one of the strongest and bravest people to ever walk on the surface of the earth. In the face of Apenteng’s personal and family issues like his father’s admission at the hospital for kidney failure, his own health issues and his inner struggles and inferiority complex, he remained whom he was and was not willing to conform to the ideas people thought was ‘THE LIFE’. Apenteng would pray every night not always sure what he wanted from God. I am still amazed at Apenteng’s strength today when I look back. I was the only one that paid attention to Apenteng because Apenteng was me; this is my story.
It does not matter whom the world wants you to be. You are awesome, if you stay true to whom you are against all odds. That’s the bravest thing! I applaud those who have similar stories to share.
For those who are still experiencing these, I want you to know that you will come out stronger and much better than you were. Want to know why there are bullies? I rumbled about this in another post called “use a good mirror”