EXT. ADANNE’S HOME – MORNING – 2011
We see TWO GIRLS smartly dressed in blue and white school uniforms waiting for someone. ADANNE comes out a few minutes later to join them. The TWO GIRLS stares in astonishment at her appearance.
Adanne, what are you still doing in your house dress? Are you
not going to school today?
ADANNE looks from one girl to the other.
I expect you, girls, to understand my situation. My mother is
yet to raise enough money for my school fees.
Apart from your mother, is there no other help?
Sincerely, I wish I know. My mother has a lot of worries.
Firstly, her ill health and secondly, my two brothers
under apprenticeship in a textile business in Aba had been
poisoning her mind with all kinds of rubbish about educating
a girl child.
Does it mean you are giving up your education now?
No! God forbid, I am going to be the first female doctor
in my family.
The second GIRL gave an eye contact to her colleague and before ADANNE could utter a word, they both bade her good-bye. ADANNE tries hard to hold back the tears trickling down her eyes but the tears just refused to stop.
EXT. BUSY STREET – AFTERNOON
ADANNE carries her tray of Banana fruits to an open booth where she orders for a sachet of water. As she gulps down the content, a middle-aged man pulls her gently but she pushes him aside.
She continues her hawking and gets to a particular area where a small group of people gathered at a bus stop. She glances at them and continues her journey but stops and decides to move closer the moment she spots a MAGICIAN at the middle of the crowd.
I must go and see what that man is up to.
She walks to a known COBBLER close by, leaves her wares with him and then runs to the scene of the event with the assumption he would look after it.
By the time she comes back to pick her goods, they were gone!
Oga abeg, wey my market?
Foolish girl, you leave your market go dey look
Magician. Se, I resemble ya mai guard?
Oh my God! I am finished; my mother will kill me today.
THE COBBLER sighs and continues with his work as though she was not talking to him. The poor raises an alarm but merely receives little audience from passers-by. In the long run, she walks back home dejectedly.
As she heads home, she sights some of her school mates from afar off. She immediately hides behind a damaged vehicle and follows another route to her house.
Finally, she arrives home but was taken aback by the Volvo car parked in front of her house. As she made to enter, she stops abruptly as she overhears a strange MALE VOICE discussing with her MOTHER…
I will think about it, but you know Adanne is
just sixteen years of age.
Interesting! She looks too matured for her age then.
I want to marry her before one of these useless boys
dis-virgins her. I will go as far as sponsoring her
education if she still considers going back to school…
INT. ADANNE’S MATRIMONIAL HOME – MORNING – 2016
ADANNE stares at the calendar which hangs on the sitting room where she sits on the couch. She looks at her bulging stomach and tears flows down her eyes.
Five years of marriage and nothing but four
tiny children to show for it and now this…
(She caresses her big tummy)
The door opens and her husband, AMADI walks in fully dressed for work.
I’m off to work.
(Notices her sad countenance)
What is it this time around?
Five years of marriage and you are yet to fulfill your promise
of sending me back to school.
Is that all? Don’t worry, I have not forgotten. I will
redeem my promise after you deliver this one.
He makes an attempt to touch her tummy but she restrains him.
Amadi, you are a cheat! You have been singing that old
song for five years from my first conception.
(Mimicking her husband)
‘Don’t worry; you will go back to school after the birth of
Junior,’ then when junior came, you changed your statement:
Don’t worry after Ebube…’
That is the more reason why you must remain a full-time housewife.
You are such an ingrate after all my sacrifices for
your mother and other siblings, this is all I get from you.
He sighs and dashes out of the room. The bitter lady impulsively picks up an old newspaper on a side stool obviously to fan herself, but the picture of a prominent MINISTER, who incidentally, is a lady, grabs her attention.
She begins a fresh round of sobbing.
Is that the end of the story?
It is up to you to arise and fight this noble course against the denial of the girl child education.