It was Cultural Day, and our class was given the honor to present the Gbagyi culture. From the moment we stepped into the hall, we knew we had to make it unforgettable.

We came dressed in colorful wrappers, flowing gowns, and the famous Gbagyi caps. The boys looked regal, and the girls? Well, we looked like we had stepped right out of a Gbagyi festival.

We started with a cheerful greeting in the Gbagyi language, and the hall came alive with the sound of drums. I could feel my heart racing as we danced, our steps matching the beat — slow, steady, and full of life.

Then came the storytelling. We spoke about the Gbagyi people — their love for farming, their peaceful nature, and their deep respect for the land. A small display table showed off calabashes, clay pots, and handwoven baskets, and everyone crowded closer to see.The laughter, the playful teasing, and the colorful traditions made the whole hall feel like we were truly at a village celebration.
 

When we took our final bow, the applause was loud and warm. It wasn’t just a performance — we had carried the Gbagyi spirit into the hearts of everyone there.