“Daddy, I got into university.”
“What is this?”
“You didn’t ask, so I wanted to surprise you.”
“You can’t go to university, Grace. A woman’s education ends in the kitchen.”
“Look at her, still selling peanuts. No degree for you. Bye, peanut seller.”
Grace Johnson did not scream when she saw the envelope. She just stood there at the gate, staring at her name as if it might disappear at any moment.
“Madam, will you collect it or not?” the postman said impatiently.
She quickly took it from him. “Thank you. Thank you, sir.”
Her hands were shaking as she walked back inside. Her mother was in the kitchen preparing dinner.
“Mummy,” her voice came out low at first, then louder, “Mummy, come and see this.”
Mrs. Johnson wiped her hands on her wrapper and hurried out. “What is it?”
Grace couldn’t even speak. She simply handed her the envelope.
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