Greetings everyone, I am sorry for not not been very active on this great platform. This is due to some family issues I had to battle with for the past three months. But I am now fully recovered from all those problems and issues and I ready to be more productive both inside and outside this great platform and this great community as well.
A picture with me and my cousin during speech and prize giving day
As a leader of this great initiative by 
Well, while I was away, this good friend of mine had always reached out to me to give me updates of our great platform. We shared ideas even though I was offline for a while I was able to connect with other great team leaders to make this community come true.
A picture during holidays in my senior high school days
I stay at the northern part of Ghana and had left my whole life there. From pre-school through to junior high school I have always been at one place. It was when it was time for Senior High school I had to leave my home and my comfort zone to go and school.
Put that experience was something I couldn’t write home about. This is because it was a feeling I could not describe. I had admission to school at the southern part to Ghana. It was like moving from one world to another world. The first time leaving my parents especially my mum was something I never thought will happen. It was a very sorrowful experience and I wished I hadn’t experienced the initial days.
However I had started school and met a couple of friends from different parts of the world. I was in the boarding house also which was my first time experience as well. Going to a general place for a meal and sleeping at same place it was just something I couldn’t imagine.
During my first year at the school, I had always called home to give them bad and sad experiences as to me not really enjoying the school and I had wanted to quit. It was my mum advice that kept me going till and entered the second year of high school days .
I could remember worst experiences like having to scrub the bathhouse at odd times of the night which they called culture. I also remember taking strokes of cane on my palm because I had refused to do grounds work just because I was not used to doing hard labor work under supervision as well.
I managed to enter second year as I was part of the top five of my class. In fact I didn’t make the life at the dormitory have an effect in my academics because I knew where I was from and what I came for. I was not very good but you can’t count the good ones without mentioning my name. For which I am always Grateful to God Almighty.
*A random picture of me during culture day
Second year was a year that we mostly elect leaders. With regards to this election process I will have to tell the story another day. During my first days of second year. I was seeing the difference in the years because my course of study had become very quite difficult and I needed to sit up and be more focused. But I was able to catch with extra works I had to put on after preps.
I will continue with my election story and my final year in the second part of my life in senior high school.
I am much honored once again to be part of this great initiative of Hive Students Hub.
I can’t finish my article with acknowledging our great leaders in the people of 
Thank you very much and watch out for the second part.