The Mighty Miss Malone; Credit: barnesandnoble.com |
(By Nkechi Bianze) -
Part 1:
Between 1996-1997, I was in Primary 4.
I did my first term primary 4 in a school at Isolo, Lagos.
Between 1996-1997, I was in Primary 4.
I did my first term primary 4 in a school at Isolo, Lagos.
I remember getting there to
notice that all the three top positions in class had been colonized by three
boys, who held on to them like those positions were their birthrights.
There was also another new
student in class.
There were some common factors
between me and this other new student.
1. We were both girls.
2. We were both from outside Lagos. While I came from Delta State, she came from Anambra State.
1. We were both girls.
2. We were both from outside Lagos. While I came from Delta State, she came from Anambra State.
I don’t know whether Lagos
residents still live in this sort of delusion. But in those days, many Lagos
residents actually had the complex that Lagos was the London of Nigeria. Many
of them believed that everyone who lives outside Lagos lives in a village, and
is not as civilized as them Lagos residents. And even those who lived in Lagos
ghettos, swamps and gutter houses also lived in same delusion. 😏
We were looked down on as
village girls. Me, I didn’t mind. I saw them all as ignorant people who were
going to meet the rudest shocks of their lives at the end of the term. I
actually pitied them in advance.🤣🤣🤣
Yes, as a young child, I was extra confident. My Dad started speaking life into me from a very young age. I couldn’t wait for the end of the term to come so that I will show them what village girls were capable of. The report card/end of term result was going to show who the boss really was; Lagos boys or village girls.
Yes, as a young child, I was extra confident. My Dad started speaking life into me from a very young age. I couldn’t wait for the end of the term to come so that I will show them what village girls were capable of. The report card/end of term result was going to show who the boss really was; Lagos boys or village girls.
The other girl felt intimidated
by the “village girl” tag, so I made her my friend. She was also extra smart.
The first blow came to them
when the class teacher set a maths test to determine who was going to be the
class prefect. I got the highest score, one of the boys got the second highest,
and my fellow village girl got the third highest score.
But the silly class teacher
said the boy was going to be prefect, because he was a boy, and that I was
going to be assisted (By-the-way; this was the first time I experienced
sexism). I rejected, so the other village girl became the assistant.
To cut the long story short,
end of term came, and I came first. My fellow village girl came second, while
the Lagos boys came third, fourth and fifth positions.
And this my dear friends, made
news in the school.
As young as I was then, I found
it rather appalling that people looked down on my cognitive and intellectual
ability because I didn’t grow up in Lagos. That sort of stereotype is the most
stupid stereotype I’ve come across.
I don’t even know how such
stereotype came to place. Lagos State is NOT known to produce the best students
in the country, so how did they come up with such stereotype?
*-*
Part 2:
The guy who came third had been
taking first since primary 1, so it was slight to be pushed to not second
position, but third.
His Dad beat the living day
light out of him.
Why?
NOT because he took third, but
because he allowed girls to beat him.
According to this ignorant father of this poor child, he wouldn’t have beaten him if it were boys who beat him out of first position.
According to this ignorant father of this poor child, he wouldn’t have beaten him if it were boys who beat him out of first position.
And this leads me to the point
I want to make.
It’s bad enough for a parent to
beat his child for not taking first position. But when you push it a notch
higher by inflicting pains on him because he was beaten by a girl or girls, you
inflict sexism into him.
This is how you breed boys who
grow up as men who can’t withstand defeat from their female counterparts.
This is how you breed boys who think girls should always be below them.
This is how you breed boys who can’t marry more intelligent women than they are, and who feel very inferior and egoless with more intelligent women.
This is how you breed boys who can’t marry women who are more successful than they are. And you begin to tell women to suffer for your wrong parenting by asking them to reduce themselves.
This is how you breed boys who think girls should always be below them.
This is how you breed boys who can’t marry more intelligent women than they are, and who feel very inferior and egoless with more intelligent women.
This is how you breed boys who can’t marry women who are more successful than they are. And you begin to tell women to suffer for your wrong parenting by asking them to reduce themselves.
Why?
You are indirectly telling your
son that mediocrity is ok, as long as there’s no female superior. More like my
son, you can be second best, as long as the best is not female.
You have told them that It’s an
abnormally to have a female surpass them in anything.
But you are living an illusion,
and you are moulding your son to live an illusion too. Because when he goes out
into the real world, at every point of his live, he is always going to find
women who surpass him in different areas of his life.
What is the right thing to do
when your child (boy or girl) drops from first to third position? Ask him or
her to fight back his or her way to the top. The gender of the person ahead of
them is irrelevant.
I didn’t go back to that
school, because my parents were done with Lagos, and moved us back. But as
young as I was in 1996, I had sworn that I would rather die than let anyone
take that first position from me.
Why did I fight so hard?
I was looked down on, and I was
desperate to prove a point. They had the guts to call me a village girl who
could never top the class. I was determined to reset their brains and use my
grades to prove that not being born and raised in Lagos doesn’t take away the
fact that I was capable of being the “boss lady” in class.
“Boss lady” in this case means
the best student, and a female.
Maybe the guy took back his
first position, I don’t know. But just like I still remember, I don think he
will ever forget the lesson that experience taught him.
- Nkechi Bianze
This was typical of our primary school days back in the days. The boys even had the guts to hide in the bush after school and beat up the girl who came first. We have come a long way though. I am proud of you Nkechi. You are the "boss lady" .I wish more people who are still going through this in any form get to see this. Well done.
ReplyDelete