I was greatly astonished though for a negative reason after having a long chat with a friend. He had re-posted a statement that generally misrepresented women; the post posed women as lazy beings who had nothing to offer to the world. I vividly remember how much I was wrapped with rage; to describe it, I felt like a blazing hot hand-like iron squeezed my heart.
In primary school, at a time I was the class prefect. I had an “almost” long list of duties that I enjoyed, of which the unforgettable and most interesting ones were cleaning the blackboard and writing boldly with a white chalk “VERNACULAR IN THIS CLASS IS HIGHLY PROHIBITED!!!” This implies that anyone who doesn’t comply with “rule” of speaking English Language will be penalised. I only had to write down their names and watch them carry out their sanctions and there were cases I was at the other end having a taste of the sanctions as the “rule breaker”. English was the only acceptable language in the classroom but we took it outside the classroom and tagged Igbo speakers “local”.