I lost interest in the story already

oh!!! thanks for the update bro... but please help us dey update kiakia sir I'm still seated here for the next episodes to follow ;Doh!!!

how could he have missed such opportunity.....nice one bro....more lead to ur pencil

Buzzboy:
I apologize to you all readers. Due to some things I have been unable to update the story but I am back and I am back for real this time...

oga u r not back for real abeg.....I've waited for eternity yet no show......it's getting tiring and tiresome....pls get us going sir
thanks in advance

Episode 4

The other two children, Nnenna and
Chimaobi
soon came back from school and scattered
their
school uniforms, sandals and school bags in
the
sitting room creating more work for me.
“Where is my food,” Chimaobi asked with an
authority that was much stronger than his
3years of age would suggest.
“And mine too!” Nnenna added.
“Its inside the warmer,” I replied.
“Go and get it for us!” Chimaobi ordered.
I wondered how little Chimaobi and Nnenna
would be ordering me around.
Little children whom I was older than with
nothing less than 10years.
I brought their food from the warmer and
gave
to them.

If not for the presence of my madam, those
children would have had it hot with me but
madam’s presence was hell-fire on its own.
Not to talk of when she gets report from any
of
her children.

I hadn’t taken anything except the two slices
of
bread and mixed water that I took since
morning
yet I endured.
I cleared the sitting room and removed the
school uniforms, bags and sandals that the
children scattered there and went to the
bathroom to wash the uniforms.
I had barely started washing the uniforms
when
madam woke up from sleep.

“Hope the children have eaten,” she asked
with
bulging sleepy eyes.
“Yes ma, they have,” I replied.
Then she went into the toilet to ease herself.
“Adaeze!” She called.
“Yes ma,” I replied.
“Have you washed this toilet today?” She
asked.
“No ma,” I replied.
“If I meet you in that bathroom, I will tear
you
into pieces!” she threatened.
I rushed off to the balcony to get the mop
and
bucket to wash the toilet.
“Why didn’t you wash it since morning?” She
asked.
“I forgot ma,” I replied.
She gave me a very hard push and I fell
backwards and nearly hit my head on the
wall.
“Silly a#s!” She cursed and went back to her
bedroom.
With tiredness, hunger and exhaustion I
washed
the toilet.

When I was done, I went back to the
bathroom
to complete the washing of the children’s
school uniforms.
By the time I finished washing the school
uniforms, my stomach was tearing apart with
hunger.
But I couldn’t muster the courage to tell my
madam that I was hungry.
So all I did was to go to one corner of the
kitchen and cry silently.
Madam’s husband came back later in the
evening
and observed that my eyes were red.
“Why are your eyes red?” He asked peering
into
my face.
“Nothing sir,” I lied in a bid to avoid trouble.
“Have you been crying?” He asked still
peering
into my eyes.
“No sir,” I lied again.
“Ok have this,” he said handing a can of fruit
juice to me.
My face brightened up as he handed the
juice to
me.
“Thank you sir,” I greeted and went into the
kitchen with the can of juice.
I gulped down the entire juice in no time and
my
stomach calmed a bit.
The family had dinner around 8pm but I
wasn’t
given anything till I finished washing all the
plates and pots used for the dinner.
Then madam put one very small leftover of
the
food for me, the size of which wasn’t even
going to be enough for a toddler and went to
bed.

I ate the food fast and retired to my small room
to catch some sleep as I was very tired and
exhausted…

Episode 3
I lighted the stove immediately and put some water into the kettle and placed it on the stove. “Hope you’ve put the water?” My madam shouted from the sitting room. “Yes ma,” I replied twisting my fingers in fear. “Come and wash off these napkins immediately,” she ordered sending me running into the sitting room. She handed me the soiled napkins and I zoomed off with it into the bathroom to wash it. I had barely soaked the napkin into the water when I heard madam’s voice dishing out another instruction. “I will skin you alive if you continue wasting my kerosene in this house!” She bawled. “Or do you want to tell me that you don’t know that this hot water is boiling?” “Sorry ma,” I replied. “Sorry for your stupid self!” she fired back. I instantly rinsed my hands and rushed to the kitchen to bring down the hot water. I didn’t know where the pap I was to prepare was, so I went to the sitting room to ask madam. “Ma, please where is the pap?” I asked trembling with fear. “Idiot, the pap is there!” She fumed pointing at the fridge. I went to the fridge, brought out the pap, prepared it and took it to her in the sitting room. Then I went to the bathroom to continue with the napkin.
The baby’s cry filled the entire house and I soon heard my madam’s voice calling me. “Adaeze!” She called. “Yes ma,” I replied rinsing my hands once again and running into the sitting room. “Sing for her, sing for her,” she urged. “Fine baby don’t cry, fine baby don’t cry,” I broke into an unrehearsed song. Fortunately for me, the baby stopped crying and listened to my song as she gulped down the warm pap. When she was done, I carried the plate into the kitchen and washed it off and then went to the bathroom to finish up with the soaked napkin.
Soon, the baby went to sleep and madam went to sleep too and I had little time to myself…

Episode 2

A severe lash of cane sent me hurrying to my
feet the next morning.

“So you’re still sleeping?” My Madam asked
looking ferociously at me. “So you’re still
sleeping by 7am?” She repeated lashing out
two more strokes of the cane. “Who are you
waiting for to clean up the mess in kitchen and sweep the house?” She asked.
“I’m sorry ma,” I sobbed.
“Come on, go and do your morning function!”
She barked as I ran out of the room and into
the kitchen.

*************************************

It wasn’t my fault that I woke up late that
morning. I had overworked myself the previous night clearing up the dishes that was used in
preparing and serving the meal for the night.
By the time I finished and went to bed, the night was far gone.
I sobbed as I washed the remaining dishes in
the sink and swept the entire house.
“Make sure you fetch water after sweeping that
thing,” my madam’s harsh voice reminded
me from the bedroom.
“Yes ma,” I replied hurrying up.
The buckets I used in fetching water were those big saclux buckets that were so heavy that I
never attempted to fill them to the brim.
I was to fill one very big drum in the front verandah with another at the back. For more than 3hours I ferried the bucket from well to drum and back.
By the time I finished, I was very hungry and
exhausted.
My madam gave me two slices of bread and
a cup of mixed water in the name of tea.
The mixed water was tasteless, hot and
almost burned my tongue in the first sip.

My madam was married to a well to-do
husband and they already had 3kids the last of which was very tender. It was obvious that she was the one I came to babysit.
The other two – a boy and a girl – much older but still needed certain degree of babysitting like bathing them and washing
their clothes and even feeding them as at when
due. But then the tender baby gave the biggest
trouble. She cried a lot and more and always put me into trouble.
With only two slices of bread and mixed
water in my tummy, I carried the baby about trying as hard as I could to quell her cry.
“Why is that baby crying?” My madam asked
walking into the sitting room.
“I don’t know ma,” I replied with terror.
“Gbawam!” A very hot slap landed on my
right
cheek and I nearly dropped the baby out of
pain.
“What did you just try to do now?” My
madam
asked advancing ferociously towards me.
“Please I’m sorry ma,” I pleaded sobbing.
The raised voice of my madam coupled with d sound of the slap further increased the
baby’s crying and my madam took her from me.
“Come on, go and put hot water on the fire
for her pap!” She thundered and I ran into the
kitchen in obedience…

Episode 1

ADAEZE NARRATES…

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….

T.B.C

Agonies Of A HouseHelp * 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…

SUGARBEE:
#waiting..
*grabs popcorn


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thanks sugarbee, abeg i need popcorn too oo

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[color=#006600][/color] nice one bro......really enjoying this...... the artwork is really okay and excellent...... still seated here expecting more updates more lead to ur pencil

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don't keep us waiting for eternity naoga com and update us here ooo.......
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