MY HOUSE HELP
When people talk about madams being wicked to their house helps , I laugh .
Do you even know what some of this house helps do ? .
I do not ever support a person maltreatmenting another human but sometimes , madams never get to tell what this people do to them .
I will tell my story .
" You are leaving this house today nneka " ... I said to her
The atmosphere was heated . I have had enough . I am done with this .
Nneka is my house help of 5 years .
I brought her from the village after her father died leaving behind her mother with 7 children . She was only 15 when she came . When I brought her , she looked extremely mal nourished . Not eating well and tedious farm work made her look like a 12 years old .
I feed and cared for her like my child. If I didn't tell you she wasn't my blood , you wouldn't even know . Nneka turned 20 this year . But I started noticing a difference in her when she became 18 .
" Which house " ? She glared at me , folded her hands and looked me straight in the eye ." I go nowhere "
she sat down .
" let me say this , I will leave this house when Your husband or rather my baby comes back and ask me to leave.
If he says to go then , it's fine . If he says not to go , what can I do ? .... She gestured arrogantly .
I was beyond shocked .
" Don't provoke me woman .. or you may be the one to leave the house " . ...
She stood up , hissed at me and walked into the room .
I slumped into the chair .
My husband has a lot of explaining to do .
Episode 1 .
#fiction
May we never bite the finger that feeds us
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#Njokuijeoma
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