Ten females sit in class

Listening to the teacher teach

I am one of them

A few girls in a class of forty

Mama stays at home

A baby wrapped on her back

Dirty dishes, dirty laundry and dirty house

All awaiting her attention

She stares through the window

As we make our way to school

Papa is nowhere to be found

Never noticing mama’s hard work

 

I drop my kids off at school

My daughter tells me

‘There are thirty girls to fifty boys in class

The teacher says the girls are smarter

Than the boys’

I raise an eyebrow,

Could this indeed be true?

I board a bus to work

I am a receptionist cum secretary

When I close by twelve,

I will have to attend to my duties

As a wife and mother

It is not easy

But at least I have more independence

Than my dearest mama

 

My daughter visited me today

Riding her brand new car

She is an accomplished accountant

I am so proud of her

She is young and too busy

Having no time for relationships

Even if she were married

She claims the house help

Would inevitably care for the kids

She works from 7 to 7

Leaving little time for family

She is a voice to be reckoned with

An icon in her generation

 

I look at her in reminiscence

As I compare

Mama, myself and now my daughter

The past, my present, and her future

Yesterday, today and tomorrow

A time graph, in my country Nigeria

 

Debra Ayis

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