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The story continues :
That day I ate around 10pm in the night.
If not for that Okpa and sachet water I
bought earlier in the day, I wonder what
would have become of me.
My madam came back with her husband and
dished some jollof rice into my plate and
handed it to me.
I thanked her and sat on the mortar to eat.
The food was still warm and delicious not
minding the fact that it was cooked early in
the morning before the incident with the
white woman took place.
I ate fast and then had the plate washed
and kept on the rack to dry…
The next day was a saturday and
unfortunately for me I didn’t wake up early.
I was very tired and exhausted when I went
to bed the past night so I didn’t know when
morning came.
The fury which the piece of wire landed on
my neck this time around was ten times
more painful than I had ever felt before in
my life.
I screamed so loud that my madam’s
husband ran into my room to find out what
was happening to me.
As soon as my madam heard her husband’s
footstep approaching, she threw the piece of
wire under my bed and frowned at me as
warning not to talk.
“What’s the problem?” My madam’s
husband asked as soon as he got to my
room.
I kept quiet sobbing hysterically.
“Why are you crying?” He asked again
staring at me.
For a reply, I sobbed the more.
“Darling why is she crying?” He asked facing
his wife – my madam.
Madam kept silent.
“Can someone please tell me what is
happening here?” Madam’s husband
insisted.
I didn’t talk, madam didn’t talk.
In anger, the husband stormed out of the
room and into their master’s bedroom…
Originally posted on my blog here
