The sound of shoes hitting the ground as angst filled players dashed across the basketball court is something that will never leave my being. All about, people glared on with fiery eyes as they prayed to their various gods in a bid to turn the tables. I stood on an elevated platform with David Masoperh, a photographer, and penned away everything I could possibly get for an article I was to write for the school’s magazine.
The first match for our beloved girls’ team was against our very own, SOSHGIC. The girls were anxious and shaking in their jerseys, they were about to face their worst nightmare (or so they thought). However, they over-anticipated the game and Phoebe Dadson ended up darting to and fro across the court shooting hoops like she was drinking a tantalizing glass of lemonade. In the end, we beat SOSHGIC by thirteen points to six. However, on the other side, our boys’ team struggled to beat Akosombo International School. We ended up losing. The girl’s continued their streak, beating two other teams and making it to the finals. However, we lost both our final games and ended up in third place. The boys put their all into their match against Roman Ridge however, it wasn’t enough to guarantee them a place in the finals.
We ended up with no trophies and singing away in our mini-bus back to school. We sang at the top of our voices and the prowess of having done our best resonated in us, we were still winners in our own eyes.
Both basketball teams taught me one thing, without the bond of a wolf’s pack, victory means nothing. The greatest victory lies in doing your very best at every single thing you do.
By: Karen Donkor (Grade 11)