Katim, we all need a light-hearted moment every once in a while. I thought
your story was amusing...
Take care.
Ginny
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From: "Katim S. Touray" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Friday, July 14, 2000 2:41 AM
Subject: The Gambia's Dr. Ebrima Samba on BBC, and a school days story
Hi folks,
I'm listening to The Gambia's Dr. Ebrima Samba, and presently the WHO
Regional Director for Africa being interviewed on the BBC. The interview is
in regards the International AIDS conference in South Africa, and as always,
it gives me great pride to hear a Gambian articulate opinions on a global
platform. Too bad that Dr. Samba did not get the crown-jewel itself,
namely, the Director Generalship of the WHO. Still, it seems that the man
is doing a wonderful job of his post at WHO. We wish him well.
Hearing Dr. Samba's interview also reminds me of an interview I had with the
Scholarship Board back in 1977. I was in the Upper 6th Form at GHS, and was
getting ready to sit to my A-Levels. It so happened that when I went to
school one day (a Saturday I believe) to study, I was told that there was
going to be a scholarship interview, and I had no choice but to head
straight to Quadrangle. I was very casually dressed, in my slippers
("charax"), and all! Like I said I wasn't expecting to be called to an
interview, and to be fair to me, you can say that they asked for what they
got.
At any rate, Dr. Samba was on the Scholarship Board and in the interview
panel. I was interviewing for a Nigerian government scholarship, and I
think everything went well because I got the scholarship. What I also
remember very vividly about that interview was Dr. Samba advising me, in a
very serious and fatherly tone, that I should try to dress better when next
I go for an interview. He pointed out that my shirt was bursting at the
armpits (where the sleeves are joined to the body of the shirt), and said
that it was clearly not presentable; or words to that effect. I explained,
as I've already done here, that I was not given enough time to dress up for
the interview. And in anycase, I cooly added, the problem with my shirt
bursting at the arm pits was that I was growing! I simply had outgrown the
shirt, and that was that! I got away with that, and it's always provided me
some amusement whenever I hear, or hear of Dr. Samba. By the way, would
someone kindly tell him that I've stopped growing now, after deciding that
it's no longer that much fun!
That's about it. I just thought I'd share a lighter moment with all of you.
Have a great weekend, and best wishes.
Katim
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