PLIGHT OF A GIRLCHILD
PLIGHT OF A GIRLCHILD =============== Chinwendu Peace Nneamaka My heart sank where I stood, this time it was heavier than usual. I heard the whooshing sound of bitterness as it continues to sneak around me. . . "Mama Amaka, I have told you that I don't have money to send Amaka to school. Amaka is a girl and we can't afford to spend money for nothing," Daddy roared, staring at mum with those big eyeballs I restrain my hands from plucking off, each time he looks at me. . . Pempe, as baba Bola fondly calls him is not pleasant at home like he is in business. He has this unfriendly laugh that reminds me of Vogy, one of the vampires in the horror movie I watched, which left me wondering what mummy saw in him. Before now, he had always been an activist against girl child education, he considers it a waste of time and resources. . . During Baba Bola's birthday ceremony, he tried to sway him to allow Bola learn foodstuff trading in Obanlale Market close to our neighbor