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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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DIARY OF A LEKKI HOUSE BOY PART 1
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NewTwitterNotification: “Danlad wassup?, You
coming to the GIG at Michael’s house?”
This was a DM(DirectMessage) I got from
Asamoah
on the 24th of december 2012. Asamoah whom I
call “A$AP Blackey” was my very first Ghanian
friend, he was tall, dark(y’all know) and he was
from a rich background, 4th and the only son
out
of
the family of 8 (5kids, 2wives, 1Husband). At
17(same age as I was), Asamoah already knew
how
to drive as he blackmailed the drivers into giving
him car keys to go anywhere he wanted.
Cut the details short, he was a spoilt brat lost in
a
Garden city belonging to victoria (VGC).
Michael was Asamoah’s snr in school
(Greensprings
to be precise). Did I tell you how endowed
asamoah’s sisters were? I don’t know how they
do
the magic but Ghanian girls rock!!!!!!!.
Well, back to reality .
Me: “Dude, I am broke, my Uncle travelled and I
got
no Tfare, talkless of tickets to enter Micheal’s
party”
Asamoah: ”Lol! Ur 419 uncle don run from EFCC
again? No worry, I go come pick you, and ticket
is
a
Boy n a Girl”
Asamoah: “Abeg I beg you, no carry babe wey u
get
feelings for come oh!, heard there will be pools
and
lotta empty rooms”
Asamoah: “Sha check the details @ my last
tweet”
At this point, as a young cultured boy from a
humble home, I was wondering: “what type of
event
centre do pools and rooms?”. Mind you, I
attended a
government school(Secondary) somewhere in
Ajah,
Lagos. Recently moved in with my uncle to
assist
him in his business, and the only time I got to
touch
the Steering of his Honda EOD and Toyota Prado
was when I was washing the cars. Trust me, I
wash
car sotey I almost went to PEAK Talent show to
showcase my car washing talent . Ohh! Did I tell
you that Kida Kudz was Michael’s buddy?
However, the new question now is: “How Did I
get
to associate with these rich kids?” Lol!, Shoutout
to
RCCG City Of David parish and Jesus Embassy
Parish. If you know those churches, you will
understand my point. And when I role with my
uncle (who stays in a neighbouring estate on
lekki
expressway), you will think am one hell of an
Ajebota(Born with Silver spoon).
(Back to convo)
Me: Aiite Bro, but abeg you go borrow me that
your
Christian Louboutin shoes oh! Which of d event
centres tho?
Asamoah: Ahaha! Charlie, I go bring Chucks for
you
jare. And its at Micheal’s house. Him papa don
travel, e mama na soji woman”
Like seriously? How spoilt can these kids be? Na
me
go get mind host party for my Papa house? Abi
na
my mama go gree make I invite friends for
party?
Well, as a comfirm Edo boy, I arranged, packaged
and ironed my characters.
Was about replying when MTN sent me a
message
that I exhausted my MB(I wished they sent it
earlier!!!!!!), then I used the last 10naira to
message Asamoah.
“MB don finish oh Guy, abeg help me arrange
any
greensprings girls.. I no wan carry classmates
wey
dey on lowcut go dia fah. And when u come,
shout
well well make my uncle wife hear you say
“Today
is
a special Xmas Eve hosted by the City Of David’s
Youth! Why you never bath?”. Charlie abeg no
fall
my hands!! OUTTAHERE!”
Then I dropped my Nokia X2 asap, ran to do the
chores (Please if you are a married woman,
married to a wealthy man, don’t ever treat his
siblings/Family Badly. Abeg!!!) . Even with my
Uncle wife’s 3 sisters[Esther(22),Faith(18),Abigail
(16)] around, I still had to do the works, while
they
behave like they started from the bottom with my
uncle. Hence, the reason I started calling myself
the Lekki Houseboy. Definitely not a cool
experience I tell you. Seeing your uncle being
controlled by some woman because her Dad is a
major contract provider, and ME, that came to
chop
company money now being used as houseboy..
Chaiiii!

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Me?

MERLIN SEASON 6 (Fictional) PART 1
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In The Land Of Myth And The
Time Of Magic, The Destiny Of A Great
Kingdom Rest On The Shoulder Of A Young
Boy……… His Name *****MERLIN****
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The Once and Future King – scene 1
On the shore of the lake sits Merlin. He
wears still the same
clothes, they are wet and dirty. His hair
is sopping and
sticking on Merlin’s head. He sits on the
shore, unshaved and
looks at the isle.
The sun rises, above all is a humid haze.
In the background
the king’s tent is buildt.
Gaius stands behind Merlin, his hand
holds the reins of his
horse. He looks sadly down to his friend.
For a moment he
looks up to the isle and then his look
goes back to Merlin:
“Merlin… Merlin, can you hear me?” No
reaction of Merlin. His
eyes are still fixed on the isle, as would
he scan every tree
every stone on that isle. He is looking for
somebody..
Gaius puts his free hand on Merlin’s
shoulder. Merlin’s head
turns towards Gaius, his eyes are empty.
With a sigh Gaius
says: “Merlin, it can’t go on in that way.
Look at you!” Merlin
looks down on himself. Gaius adds: “You
are completely
soaked and wet and dirty.. you will get a
cold! They buildt up
a tent, so why don’t you sleep inside?”
Merlin smiles: “It doesn’t matter, i’m not
leaving my job. I’m
a servant, i sleep outside the king’s
tent.”
Gaius shakes his head: “Merlin, the king
is gone. It was three
month ago as Artur passed the lake. He
is gone, he is dead.
He won’t return.”
Merlin stands up: “No, he is alive. I know
it. And he will
return.” Gaius shakes his head again. He
makes a step
forward to hug Merlin. He holds him, he
begs: “Come home
with me. I need you, Gwen needs you,
Albion needs you,
please.” Merlin just enjoys the close
moment to his mentor,
he wispers: “You know I can’t, I
promised him to wait..”
Gaius takes his arms down. He looks
into Merlin’s exhausted
face: “Merlin, i have to go. You know I
can’t stay with you. I
have to return to the queen.” Merlin only
nods. He looks back
to the isle: “I know.”
Gaius follows his view: “Please Merlin,
look after yourself.
Take a bath, shave your face, wash your
clothes..” Merlin
nods again, then he lookks to his king’s
tent: “Just after
polishing the amour, sharpening the
sword, washing Arthur’s
clothes and cleaning Arthur’s boots”
Gaius sighs :”Merlin, you
did all these yesterday..” Merlin turns to
Gaius: “This is my
job. I’m the king’s manservant.”
Gaius shakes his head again, he turns
towards his horse. Over
his shoulder he looks back to Merlin:
“Goodbye Merlin” Merlin
smiles: “See you in Camelot next time.”
Then Merlins turns
towards the isle. His eyes are emty, his
view is fixed on that
isle in the middle of the lake. He is
looking for somebody, he
is looking for his king.

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