Staying with my uncle have never been easy for me. I have a lot of chores to handle. It became my responsibility and duty to the family of six to become their slave. Please don't get me wrong but judge this matter before us.
I was just fifteen years old when I came to ibadan for my secondary school examination. My uncle and wife are university lecturers and academica. My mother in her wisdom thought that it will be wise for me to move in with them during my examination so that they will afford me all the luxury in this world to be passed my papers and got admission in the university to be scholar like them.
At first, they were ready to help me. They got me all my textbook and their son, Ifeanyi who is in the university provided me with his books for further research. The other kid, two, John and Andrew are my seniors. They have been my friends. We are pals, not only cousins but related very close. They are one of the main reason why I came to stay with them. Their last born, Nkechi is my junior too. She is very brilliant and beautiful beyond compare. They were ready to help me to succeed.
Many times, Nkechi is the only one at the kitchen, washing and cooking for the family. Even if when the boys are around, they hardly look toward the kitchen when there is work to do but rush with great speed whenever food is ready. I noticed that hypocrisy and vow to help her out. Joining her to cook was a blessing to the family as they enjoy my culinary skills which my mother taught us in respective of our gender and age. She sings song with lovely voice whenever we are cooking or washing clothes. We do everything together as pair but beast of burden.
After her holidays, Nkechi was relieved from that duties as she moved to her school. The domestic chores rested on my shoulders. Without my cooking, nobody will eat as their mother is always busy with her works while others are non-chalant over those affairs but enjoy the services more. After those works, I became very tired and sleep off without even reading my book and get ready for the examination. Nobody else bothered about my plight. They thought that there is no problems at all while I was slowing dying off! I prayed at all time, let this examination come by so that I will travel back home.
I overheard my uncle in a discussion with his wife that they will convince me to stay with them permanently. I asked myself what I am doing there. They cease to care but even look down on me as their pet or slave. One day, I received the greatest embarrassment of my life when I sat down on their sofa. They all shouted at me and insisted that I sat at the bare floor but what was my offense? As their maid, I should not join them in the sitting room. Talkless to sat down on their sofa. They even claimed that they perceive horrible odour from me. Don't ask me if it's true. But to answer you and settle your curiosity. Before offering my help at their kitchen and domestic chores. We are close friends that hug and play with each other but what changed is that I am now the reason why their rooms are well kept, cooking their foods and wash their clothes.
As the examination progressed towards the end, I even envisioned when I will be free again but something good happened. Nkechi came back with her friend for brief stay. They became my excess hands and helpful. Cynthia is very beautiful girl, tall with great feminine features in right proportion. Nothing is lacking in her but she is very shy.
There's one saying that shy ones are great lovers. That's what the case with Cynthia. The boys were interested in her but hardly have time for her because she is at their forbidden place - kitchen. Since I am now their cook and always at the kitchen. She became my girlfriend and she even confessed that it was love at first sight as she shown with gesture. She will hug and kiss me at our comfort zone. Now, I have a great reason to be there and working became very pleasurable.
We often enjoy our company and play at time. Don't ask me what kind of play? Hahahaha 馃榿馃榿馃榿馃榿Be assured that it's a kind of game that adults enjoys and we cried profusely when it was a time for us to depart as they are going back to school while I must traveled back home. I thanks them and headed home before I become their slave again.
Do you think that what I did was wrong? Would you have stay back?
