It’s that time of the year again. Franca has to apply to write the Ghana school of law entrance exam again. It’s been tough, exhausting and disturbing. This is her third try. “What am I doing wrong?”, she wondered.
She studies like her life depends on it. During her LLB days, she was that exceptional law student whom her colleagues referred to as a walking case book. So truth is, her life sort of depends on it. Everyone looked up to her.
Incessant questions from colleagues who gained admission to the law school and those already called to the bar contribute to her woes.
“Mum, i’m not taking the exam again this year.”
“Why?”, Mrs. Danquah asks.
“I’m just tired. Can’t you see this isn’t working for me? Maybe its not my calling to be a lawyer. Don’t you say all the time that “bibiaa y3 ofr3″. Telling the youth to push but not too hard. Ooh or you think your message at the last youth convention we attended at Hohoe didn’t sink well in my memory. Mummy, it did and I am over and done with this. I need a job!”
Mrs Danquah had not seen Franca flare up like that in years. All she did was to tell her to calm down and before she uttered another word, her daughter was in tears.
Maybe if Franca’s dad were still alive, things would have been different. He’d have made arrangements for her to further her education abroad after her first try. Maybe if he were still alive, a portrait of Francisca Maame Yaa Danquah in her gown and wig after being called to the bar would have been displayed in their home. But she can’t break down now. She has to stand firm. Her daughter may be right, Mrs Danquah thinks, but what if she gets through into the law school this year. Just one more try.
She understands her daughter’s frustration. After her first try two years ago, she applied to a number of law firms. It seemed like they had all rehearsed the same song. She was told they would only take her in as an intern which meant she wasn’t going to get paid since they had no intentions of employing new people. Franca had the urge to learn but she needed some money to survive on. Now, it’s been two years of staying home, doing the same old things and losing her vibrant self and she was indeed done.
Mrs Danquah holds her daughter close and manages to keep her from crying loudly…but she continues to sob. Finally, Franca leaves her mother’s arms to her room. Her mother strongly believed that Franca should give the exam one more try. She didn’t agree that it was all over. She didn’t believe that Franca was not ‘called to be’ a lawyer; her aura gave her off as one. The challenge now was how to talk her into sitting for the exam again for this year. Or rather, being sure that if she sat for the exam again, she would pass this time around. The burden was now hers to carry. More importantly, she didn’t like to see her daughter suffer such frustrations. There is still hope anyway; “Nothing in life that’s worth anything is easy”. Yes! Franca can. —Naana—