AGONIES OF A HOUSE HELP PART 1
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PROLOGUE
Slavery is barbaric no matter the name we
give it. No matter the terms by which we
justify it, it is inhumane and satanic.
The way many madams treat their
househelps leaves much to be desired in
the eyes of an honest observer.
What brings about such hatred to warrant
such maltreatment, I do not know.
In most cases, the househelp is a young
child, treated like an animal, segregated like
a disease and punished like a vagabond
for no just reason.
Agonies of a househelp is a touching story
of wickedness, slavery, savagery and
barbarism meted out to Adaeze when she
went to serve her madam as househelp…
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ADAEZE NARRATES…
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Life has been unfair to me right from the
start.
Born into a family of ten: 3boys and 5girls
plus mum and dad, survival had been a
struggle.
My father was a palm wine tapper and my
mum was a petty trader who dealt in
foodstuffs.
We lived in a remote village somewhere in
the South-eastern part of Nigeria.
My father’s palm wine tapping didn’t earn
him much and even after combining with
the proceeds of my mum’s petty trading,
my parents still couldn’t afford 3square
meals to sustain the family.
I was the first child; followed by a male
then females before the two last males.
I never went to school even for a day.
None of us did.
Then disaster struck.
My father went for his usual palm wine
tapping business and never came back.
On dispersal of a search party, it turned
out that he fell from the palm tree and died
on the spot.
This sudden death of my dad launched my
family into more terrible hardship and my
mum couldn’t cope.
Things grew worse after my dad’s burial
and it became necessary for my mum to
send us out to live with different people in
the city.
At that time I was 15years old and my
immediate younger brother was 13.
It was my late father’s sister that brought
up the suggestion to my mother and my
mother quickly bought the idea and soon
had me introduced to my madam.
In a matter of days, the whole
arrangement was concluded and I followed
my madam back to the city of Enugu.
The first few days, I was treated well
maybe because it was my first day of
arrival.
I was shown around the house, taught how
to use some of the appliances, I was also
shown the little room that was to be my
room and also the small mattress that was
to be my mattress.
Then I settled in my new home with hope
that things would move fine and my
madam won’t have any reason to send me
home prematurely…

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