Years after school, the group became a college again.
A place where old boys argue politics, organize sports, raise money, share faith, trade opportunities, mock each other, and still show up when it matters. This is not a leaderboard. It is the social atlas of a school network that refused to die.
Every voice has mass.
One ball per member, sized by how much they speak. They drift weightless, collide, and bounce, the way a room of old boys never quite settles. Tap one and the rest fade back, their ties light up. Tap empty space to return to everyone.
Six kinds of conversation.
Everything we say here falls into six categories: sports, politics, religion, jobs & opportunities, fundraising, and general talk. We gave each one a nickname from the old school grounds. Tap any to see what we mean, and who's in it.
The real map is not the topics, it is the people who move between them: someone who argues politics also mobilizes money, plays match-day, and carries the banter. These are the connectors who hold the common room together. The dots under each name are the rooms they live in.
When the college came alive.
Every bar is one month, stacked by room. The quiet years before the 2019 revival, then the surge. Tap a month to read its character.
How the college talks.
The words that mark this room as Ngonian. Counted from the chat itself, with a real line for each. The order is by how often the word appears.
The places that made us.
Not backdrops. Each of these carries a story every old boy knows on sight. The bus. The dining hall. The grounds we keep coming back to.
When we won the league.
Season 1, 2023. The Shooters lifted The Pitch League cup. The team that the chat planned, mobilized for, and cheered, holding the trophy at last.