Power of women in free town

In the middle of Freetown, inside a small but peaceful house in Congo Cross, something dramatic was cooking—not in the kitchen, but in the living room.

Uncle Tamba, a bald-headed civil servant who thought he was the king of No Maney, sat in his chair reading Salone Business Times and sipping hot tea like a boss.

His wife, Auntie Mariama, came dancing sweetly to his side. She smiled like someone who just finished learning how to charm a snake.

Honeyyy, you’re soooo handsome o. This your bald head is fresh like mango in rainy season. You look like Idris Elba’s uncle

Uncle Tamba didn’t even look up. He puffed his pipe and grunted, Stop wasting time. No money for that your Women’s Day uniform. Case closed

Auntie Mariama froze. Her smile disappeared. But she didn’t talk back. Oh no. She just turned slowly like Nollywood actress, placed her hand on her waist and walked off but not before delivering her final blow.

It’s okay o. I hope you are ready for the war you’ve just started. By the way look at this baby

She bent down like she was picking something from the floo but it was a strategic bend.

Uncle Tamba’s newspaper dropped.

His pipe shook.

His bald head suddenly began to shine more than usual.

He screamed, Oh no wow. This is not fair ooo. You have just won the war with that

Then he grabbed his wallet like a soldier raising white flag, How much do you want. Take everything. Even buy uniform for your friends

And that’s how Auntie Mariama secured the Women's Day outfit and matching gele without shouting just using tactical back power.

In Freetown, respect the bald head, but never underestimate the backside