EDUCATING THE GIRL CHILD
My eyes beheld her. Wasn't much of a sight as I sized her up from gnarled toes up to blunt abdominal features and bulbous bags of fat drooping like dates, to her beauty-deserted faced, and finally resting on a head with a sparse distribution of hair follicles and a mastery in balancing a tray of agwalima(African cherry).
And her eyes. Something attractive. A platonic union of cataract and glaucoma. There was something deeper. Unfathomable.
Then she spoke. Authoritatively. Audaciously. Clear as water from a spring. "If you will remain angry with me, just let me have my novels, please." I looked to see the receiver of such queenly request. It's obvious the receiver wasn't appreciative of such impeccable English...
Thank God people are getting the awareness unlike the olden days. Let us all educate our girl child
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