The African mentality of having a male child.

During my childhood days, my father saw passion, poise and great strength in me thus started grooming me as though i was a man (you know the African mentality of having a male child, an heir apparent). I had my hair shaved clean because he felt it was a lot of work making my hair. I grew up knowing women wasted most of their time on frivolities that's why they amounted to little or nothing. Once upon a time while i was in primary school we had a fashion contest to mark the closure of an academic term, i was picked to wear a traditional Igbo attire (a blouse, double wrapper and a headgear). Few hours to the competition, i had to get my hair shaven because that's the only way i would look smart without wasting my time. It was time for the competition, i got dressed and then tied my head gear and began to catwalk. Few steps into the run way, my headgear loosened. it was a big shame, everyone laughed at me. I was on lips of every pupil all through the holiday and few weeks into the next school session. As i walked, i could hear people whispering and laughing at me . I decided from that day that i would start looking and acting like a lady, i would start making my hair, wearing dresses and walking like a lady. so i decided to talk to daddy about it and he had a very funny response \" you are my favorite child because you are always coming first in your class, once you start acting like a lady, you would get distracted and possibly lose that position and i wouldn't want that\" it became a challenge, i was determined to beat his record. I had to put 2wice the time i spent looking and acting like a lady into my academic work. It was amazing i left high school and college as one of the best in my class, a beautiful young woman and an entrepreneur. Today he looks at me and says i would rather have you than 10 sons.