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Inter-Hostel Singing Competition 2018

This year, the Titans were crowned the champions of the SOS-HGIC Annual Inter-Hostel Singing Competition. This year was not devoid of the usual pomp, pageantry and spots of drama that this school tradition has come to be characterized by. Find below the perspective of an MYP4:

I remember my first time in the lecture room where my sporting group, the Trojans had choir rehearsals and how I felt about coming to choir for the next month and staying up late. I was thinking of how I could balance my work, clubs and extra-curricular activities and still get enough rest for the next day. One of the IB2s in the Trojan hostel told us that we were going to get stretched to the point where we might not be able to take it any longer. As weirdly fearsome as this sounded, I was sure he was exaggerating.

Our first choir rehearsal was just a bonding exercise so we could get to know each other. The bonding exercise gave me the perception that choir would be a fun engaging experience whereby we all just sing and go. I remember seeing my sister a few years back singing in the choir and I always wanted to join because of how beautiful they sounded.

The choir meetings that followed began to unravel how useful 15 minutes of prep was and how an hour of sleep could change your mood the next day. I was beginning to get tired of choir and I made my intentions clear; come for 2 weeks and then ditch the choir. I felt that it was not as important as swimming especially since the Trojans had won for the past 14 years, last year included. The level of importance was definitely incomparable to me.

When we sang in front of the boys common room, I remember listening to one of the sporting groups and how beautiful they sounded made me very skeptical about how we sounded. I was certain that choir was useless because despite how much we practiced we still didn’t sound great in comparison to any of the other groups. I was giving up as I had uncompleted assignments due the next day. I was truly not seeing any good result yielding from the life sacrifices I was making. I started purposefully coming to choir late so the choir heads will get tired and sack me from the choir, but that didn’t work.

Two weeks had gone by and we were improving slowly, but we still sounded worse than other hostel groups and my friends were making fun of how we will come in last place. I was getting discouraged until one faithful day, a week and a half before the singing competition, our choir head, Anna told us of how we are not putting in energy despite all the practice hours we had under our belts. I felt like I wasn’t being fair for not taking it seriously so I realized I needed to change my attitude.

It was 4 days before the singing competition and the IB2s came to listen to us. We did not sound good and plus we were not putting in enough energy, I was very worried because it t 4 days did not seem like long enough time to drastically turn things around in the way that we needed to. In the Margaret Nkrumah Hall, we flopped the processional many times and I was getting frustrated by how difficult this thing had become. It started out so much fun with bonding! That was when I realized how deep choir had become to me.

The next day, the choir heads and Trojan IB2s rounded us up and put some sense into our heads. Over the next few days we started projecting, rounding our voices and trying to sound as one. In addition we were also engaged in ‘Jama’ to give us the energy to sing well.

Before I knew, it was the day of the singing competition. We had our last rehearsals and I never thought 2 days could make such a difference. I was confident of victory and I could not wait to prove all the people who said we will come last wrong.

A few hours later, it was 6:00 pm and we were already in the college and that was when the pressure got to me.

At 7:00 p.m., The Vikings went up first and sang their compulsory song and then we went up. I smiled with all my might till my lips shaking a lot, were about to fall off my face! What a spectacle that would have been. I also recall being as still as a statue looking at the conductor. I remember singing my heart out because I knew that this was the day we were all waiting for and I could not have sacrificed my sleep, prep time, and swimming just to come in 4th place. However, with every song we sang we sounded worse than the other sporting groups to my ears.

By the time we were done, I was so discouraged, and the hope of victory was completely dashed because my friend had convinced me that lucky could gift us 3rd place. The waiting period was one of the most excruciatingly tense moments of my life. A close second, only to when I wrote the entrance exam. While I was losing all hope, the results were finally coming out and then they announced our positions for each category- which the Titans came in first for all of them.

Our 2nd place earned at the end of the day was not terrible, I was happy. I thought we were coming 3rd or 4th but we came 2nd and I was proud that I was a part of it. I began to reflect on the times I didn’t want to go for choir to the times I thought we will never get that far. Within 2 days we were able to sound a 100 times better and that was when I really believed in the saying; ‘Hard work always pays off.’

Even though we didn’t come in 1st, I still learnt the importance of teamwork. I learnt that dedication and commitment is important in everything we do and we must take everything we are doing seriously. Ever since singing competition I have made being a Trojan part of me. I will never forget who I am for I am a yellow crocodile.

Hamaadi Braimah

Georgetown Qatar Model United Nations Conference

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The privilege to attend the Georgetown Model United Nations (GMUN) Conference in Doha,
Qatar, between February 18th and 26th is almost impossible to encapsulate in a few words. Students
from the HGIC MUN Club were accompanied by their patron Joyce Dzide-Tei for this trip, during
which they participated in the conference, and of course, explored pieces of Doha that they could,
given the restriction of time.
The GMUN is in its 13th year, and it has continued to provide an opportunity for students to engage
in discourse on current global issues in a stimulating and fun ways. Some of the past themes have
been Arab Awakening, Sustainability and even A World in Turmoil. This year, the conference was
coined “Redefining the Role of the Individual in the Information Revolution.”

Being the only school fro Ghana attending the conference, our students were pleased to be
part of the interesting sessions that spanned over four days. This year’s delagation consited

of Obuo Ofori- Atta who represented Lithuania, Dugbaki Teye, for Hungary, Joy Blankson-
Hemans who was representing Isreal, Esther Asafo-Boakye, Columbia, Victoria Ayitey-
Smith, Italy and Marily Cobblah for Sierra-Leone. The keynote of which was given byy

Clayton Swisher, a Doha-based investigative journalist for Al-Jazeera Media Network.

Committee sessions began immediately after the opening ceremony. Delegates were
exceedingly knowledgable about their tpscs and about the countries they were representing,
including reciting specific sections of their countires constitutions that were relevant for the
points they put forth.
A cultural night was held to allow the participating schools to showcase their country’s
tradition and culture. Throughout the evening, delegates interacted with peers within their
committees and others they had not yet worked with. Some schools participated in a
cultural bazaar where they displayed food, souvenirs and other items that properly gave
some insight on their culture. The evening was culminated by a variety show where students
performed songs, dances and skits.
We would like to express our sincere gratitude to our parents, the school management and
our patrons, as well as to everyone who contributed to making this trip such a raving
success.

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2018 Band Concert

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With the news that the outcome of this year’s Band in Concert had been entrusted to myself, Princess Chappell and Ekow Bentsi-Enchill filled me with sheer excitement for what the months to follow had in store for me.

I saw this privilege as an opportunity to immerse myself in music, which is so dear to me. 

As the months wore on, I began to forget why I had accepted the responsibility with such glee. There were so many moving parts to keep a pulse on, I truly felt like I was juggling countless glass plates.

I was learning and teaching backup vocals for all the songs that required them. Of course I also was tasked with leading time management techniques for school band members, and myself to successfully prioritize the concert for a short period before the 17th of February!

I was truly left scraping together just enough time to stay afloat and awake in my classes.

With the performance day looming ahead, rehearsals became more and more intense, but spirits remained high and we were all hoping for the best, but the beast of insecurity - true to itself - crept in at the last minute, when all we had left to do was wait for 7pm that Saturday evening.

Before I knew it, the time had come, and we were mounting the stage. We were greeted by the harsh floodlights that illuminated our blue outfits, and allowed for absolute scrutiny of our every move. To my amazement, once we started with “I Stand Amazed” by Sinach, performed by Maama Eduardo Benyi and Essi Kantamanto-Koomson,  our nerves calmed to a peaceful rest, and the other songs flew by. In no time at all, the event was over.

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Despite the fleeting nature of the event, I still remember the thrill of showcasing our hard work to friends and families. Although I must admit to glowing with pride after every congratulatory wish we received, not a single one of them could match up to the feeling of accomplishment that filled me after our final song - Osibisa’s “Coffee Song” performed by Nii Addo Quaynor. At that moment, I was confident that we had done our best.

Interestingly, as I sang my father’s calm voice incessantly reminded me, “Lift up your chin, just a slight tilt can make a difference.”  And I believe it did. Today, with the stage disassembled and my new blue dress crumpled somewhere in my laundry basket, I am glad to say I have emerged from this experience with my chin infinitesimally- yet significantly - higher than it was in October. I am thankful for the stress because it made me more resilient, for the setbacks because they helped me hone my problem-solving skills, and for my support system (God, co-Band heads friends and parents) for helping me hold my chin up in the face of it all.

by: Baaba Bentsi-Enchill

 

Kachi

Humanities Day 2018

We often speak of how underdeveloped African countries: they fail to provide basic amenities such as proper sanitation and access to education to all citizens. We grumble bitterly about our corrupt politicians and the inefficiency of our governments at raising the living standards of citizens and freeing the country of accumulated debt.  We lament about how we are in the 21st century and we are still battling energy issues, (#dumsor) while the rest of the world leaps and bounds ahead of us.

What breaks my heart isn’t the complaining, these are valid issues which need to be addressed and I for one, strongly believe that the time for playing the colonialism card as an excuse for not having developed, has long elapsed. Take Ghana for example, we have enjoyed over half a century of independence and all we have to show for it is the ever increasing wealth disparity.

 After we have exhausted our eternal lists of reasons why Africa will never succeed, we quickly follow it up with “Anyways it’s not my problem, I’m going to study Engineering in the states then I’ll get my Master’s degree in the UK and after that and perhaps settle down in Switzerland, I hear the scenery is to die for.” We clamour to leave our countries seeking greener pastures, instead of staying behind to fix the problems we have here.  

Forgetting to add ourselves to the unending list of reasons Africa remains underdeveloped, we argue that Africa continues to need good passionate leaders.  Yet we quickly abandon Africa to her own fate after acquiring the very attributes our continent needs in competent leaders in school. Through the student leadership opportunities presented at our educational institutions, we hone these invaluable skills then fail to give back to our motherland.  For example, in Consortium Club you pick up strategic thinking, in Pan-African and Interact Clubs, you learn to inspire people and get them to believe in your vision, as monitors and prefects you begin to grasp the challenges of peer leading and liaising up a hierarchy.  

Therefore today, I challenge all of us to reflect carefully on what our curriculum seeks to achieve. It is easy to jump on a bus, go to a deprived community, teach the kids and come back to the hostel to attend to our numerous assignments. The bigger question, however, remains unanswered. What impact did we have on those communities? Have we improved those communities? Have we given those communities, the necessary tools to enable them escape the vicious cycle of poverty? Are those communities better off because of their interaction with us, or they are left waiting till the next time we come, ready to provide more solutions?

What I am suggesting here is that, our curriculum is deeply etched in the philosophy of the school, knowledge in the service of Africa. I am imploring all of us to take ownership of our experiences here in the school. After all, we have the skills, the knowledge, and the opportunities to transform our continent. We can no longer wait for a benevolent benefactor to come save us from ourselves. We have the knowledge, now to start serving those around us.

by Claudette Wilson 

Humanities

2017 Inter-Hostel Athletics Competition

This year's inter hotel athletics competition was riveting to the hilt.

HGIC students invested heaps of time putting in twice as much effort as last year, into mastering their crafts; ultimately making us all proud. Our school certainly has many star athletes to boast of! Athletics usually takes place every December, in the final week of school and it spans across two days. Day one is dedicated to field events including triple jump, shot put and high jump at the hostels. The second day’s events, all the track events, take place at El-Wak stadium in Accra. We conclude with a brief award ceremony acknowledging all the top performers, and call it a day. 

 

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