Narrative Essay On Mathilde Dia
It was a beautiful night. Starry, with a pitch black sky, firmly stretched across the village. I switched on the television as i entered. Except for the sound of the news presenter that blasted, the room was completely silent. “The first female Australian prime minister, Julia Gillard, has visited the Rwamiko school in Rwanda earlier today.” I glanced at the screen, riveted by the fiery, red headed middle aged woman that appeared alongside numerous children and a Regal sunbird that watched over them in a tree.
“Female domination indeed! She’s actually been prime minister for two years! Cheers to females!” Cried Banji, his hands flying as he clapped with excitement.
“I have never felt better about being a woman. I guess this is what people feared after all,” I added, careless about what father would’ve thought.
“Female domination you say?” scoffed father, his face wrinkled, “such a big —“ Being a twenty- two year old female, I was still restricted to many things because of this lunatic. My eyes penetrated through his old soul. It was as if i could almost see the future, where twenty years down the track, he is an elderly man who had finally realised that women are as powerful as men. His face old and wrinkled but still stern, causing strangers to recoil instantly. Remembering the feminist stance that he refused to believe even though his children had expressed their supporting