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The House Girl Final Episode

November 05, 2018 Add Comment



Episode 26
Two days later, I woke up feeling weak and nausea.
I rushed outside and vomited the content of my stomach onto the floor.
My mum heard me gretching and ran outside to see what was wrong with me.
She observed me for some seconds with her right hand under her jaw.
“I hope its not what I’m thinking?” She asked staring at me.
“I think its malaria,” I replied anxiously.
“When last did you see your flow?” My mum asked in a lowered voice.
I kept silent and muttered an inaudible reply.
“Chai this girl has killed me!” my mum screamed placing both palms flat on her head. “Who did this to you?” She asked.
I muttered again.
“Will you talk to me you stupid girl!” My mum bawled advancing towards me.
I started crying.
“Let’s go into the house,” she suggested and we both went in.
Once we were inside, my mum reopened the discussion.
“Now tell me who did this to you?” My mum pressed on.
I didn’t know what to reply. I didn’t know who else to point at except Oga cos he was the only person who had access to my body intimately.
How to reveal that fact to my mum was what I didn’t know.
But then I had to.
“It was Oga,” I replied shaking with fear.
“You mean your Oga in the city?” My mum asked with great consternation. “The same Oga that drove you back to this house? I can’t believe it!” My mum affirmed.
“Oga did it to me,” I repeated.
“Chai o!” My mum screamed. “Your Oga in the city?” she asked rhetorically looking aghast.
“Yes ma,” I replied sobbing.
My mum couldn’t believe her ears.
There and then she informed me that we would be going to the city the next day.
The next day we got to Oga’s house around 2 o’clock in the afternoon.
Oga wasn’t around when we arrived but madam was around.
Her eyes nearly fell out of its socket when she opened the door and saw my mother and I.
She couldn’t hide her shock and trepidation even though she did all her best to.
I am sure her mind must have ran hay wire though she struggled to conceal it.
“Welcome ma,” she greeted my mum.
“Where’s that he-goat you call your husband?” My mum asked furiously shoving madam aside and marching fearlessly into their sitting room.
“How dare you call my husband a he-goat?” Madam barked in response.
“My daughter is pregnant for your husband,” my mum exploded the news to madam shocking her again for the second time in quick succession.
“What did you just say?” Madam asked not sure she heard my mum well. “You said my husband did what?”
“You heard me right!” My mum snapped.
I stood beside my mum sobbing quietly.
Madam was too dumbfounded to utter a word. She had had enough for an afternoon.
Silently she went into the master bedroom and locked herself.
I couldn’t tell whether she called Oga or not but Oga came back approximately 20mins later and met us in the sitting room.
I think madam called him because he wasn’t surprised on seeing us like someone who already knew that we were around.
“How dare you impregnate my daughter?” My mum lashed out rising to her feet.
“Who?” Oga asked feigning ignorance.
“Adaeze my daughter,” my mum replied.
“Please madam I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Oga replied almost causing my mum a heart attack with his reply.
“And please if you don’t mind,” Oga continued. “Leave my house.”
My mum couldn’t believe her ears and with intense anger she stormed out of Oga’s house dragging me along… We went back to the village that same day feeling dejected and annoyed.
I felt worse.
Oga had denied me before my mother and I felt like committing suicide.
The shame was unbearable.
And I didn’t know how to cope with being a single mother at such young age and coupled with the fact that my mother was not financially buoyant to cater for the additional responsibility I was bringing her way.
But all the same the months flew by and I was soon due to deliver.
At the maternity centre, I was delivered of a bouncing baby boy and guess what?
He looked exactly like his father…
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THE END

The House Girl Episode 25

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Episode 25
Oga stumbled furiously into the kitchen the next morning and faced me.
“You’re living this house this moment!” He barked. “How dare you attempt to tear my house apart? You little imp! You must leave this minute!”
I turned white with fear and my limbs trembled.
“Go and start packing your things right now!” He thundered.
I ran out of the kitchen and into my room to pack.
The way Oga was fuming and barking was too aggressive.
I couldn’t stand him lay his hands on me out of aggression. It was better to return home than to die in another man’s house.
So I ran into my room and started packing.
I even wanted to return home as the stress and trauma had become unbearable.
I packed all my clothes into one big bag and waited for what was next.
Oga came into my room and ordered me to carry my bags into the car. I obeyed and did as he ordered.
Then he dressed up and true to his words drove me back to my village.
My mother was surprised when she saw me home that early.
Oga’s countenance also pointed out to her that all was not well so she had to ask him to come inside and explain what prompted the unexpected home coming.
“Your daughter wants to tear my family apart,” Oga told my mum.
My mum shuddered in disbelief.
“How?” She asked dumbfounded.
“Ask your daughter!” Oga snapped and zoomed out into his car and out of our compound…
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Later that night, my mum came into my room and asked me the truth about what happened between me and Oga’s family.
I patiently narrated everything that happened and broke into tears sobbing hysterically, even though I left out the part that had to do with my sexcapades with Oga…

The House Girl Episode 24

November 04, 2018 Add Comment
Episode 24
Oga came back a week later and met a very quiet house.
The children were sleeping so everywhere was silent like a graveyard.
Madam was in the master bedroom so I couldn’t tell whether she was awake or sleeping.
It was the sound of the engine of Oga’s car that roused me from where I was sitting in the kitchen and towards the window to peep.
Oga blared the horn three times in his characteristic manner and I went out to answer him like normal and help him carry his luggage into the house.
The sound of the horn seemed to have roused madam as well and she came out and stood at the door to welcome her husband.
“Honey welcome,” madam said to him which was quite unusual.
The husband was startled.
“Thanks my darling,” he replied and crossed his right hand over madam’s shoulder.
Madam tactically masked her bitterness and resentment.
I trembled slightly as I stood inside the kitchen awaiting the outburst that would emanate when madam finally bursts the bubble before him.
I couldn’t predict what the aftermath was going to be.
Whether I was going to be sent packing or not.
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Oga’s right hand lay across madam’s shoulder as they went in together into the master bedroom.
Oga had his bath and soon came out to have his meal. Madam came out too trailing behind.
It seemed madam was having a hard time deciding the best time to bring up the issue. She had remained very diplomatic so far to the best of her ability.
Oga ate quietly and hungrily while madam intermittently asked him about the conference.
“Everything went fine,” he replied gulping down a thick bolus of eba covered with ogbono soup. “Even the Governor of the state attended too,” he added.
Madam kept silent and listened to the gist of the conference.
When Oga finished eating, he and madam went back to the master bedroom.
I washed the plates and then settled to eat my own meal. Afterwards I went to my small room.
Night soon came and everyone went to bed.
In the middle of the night I heard madam’s voice waking Oga up from sleep.
“Yes?” Oga replied with a drowsy voice.
“We need to talk,” madam began firmly.
“About what?” Oga asked sounding irritated over the disturbance of his sleep.
“What is it between you and our house-help?” Madam asked driving sleep away from Oga’s eyes.
“Which house-help?” Oga asked.
“Your house-help,” madam replied.
“You mean Adaeze?” Oga asked.
“Do you have another one?” Madam retorted.
“And how on earth did you think that something was going on between me and that rag?” Oga asked.
Oga’s rhetoric struck me like a hammer.
I couldn’t believe my ears but then I had no choice than to control my emotion.
Oga and Madam continued the argument all night long onto daybreak till I stopped hearing their voice.
Then I wondered what the future had in stock for me…

The House Girl Episode 23

November 04, 2018 Add Comment
Episode 23
When I regained consciousness I was lying on my small bed in my small room.
I was very weak and tired and it took me some seconds to recognise where I was.
I looked about myself and saw that I was wearing my usual gown but then the scars on my body reminded me of what had transpired.
I didn’t know the time but looking out of the window with the sun still shining meant that it was still afternoon.
I lay quiet on the bed not wanting to attract my madam’s attention.
I couldn’t predict what she had in mind so it was better to keep quiet and regain sufficient energy before she came around.
I had rested for like one hour when madam came to check on me.
I was feeling very hungry but endured.
Madam came in and saw that I was awake and asked me to come to the kitchen and have my food.
With tiredness I got up and followed her to the kitchen.
She dished rice and stew into a plate and gave me to eat which I quickly ate out of hunger and even needed more though I didn’t voice it out. Then I drank a cup of water.
“Aunty thank ma,” I greeted.
“Ehee thank God,” she replied. “Are you now ready to tell me what my husband came to your room to do last night?” She asked staring at one corner of the kitchen.
I followed her line of sight and saw the piece of wire lying there and my heart skipped some beats.
I didn’t know what to say.
I opened and closed my mouth involuntarily as I silently calculated what was next.
“What did my husband go to do in your room late last night?” Madam asked again rising from her seat and walking towards the long twisted piece of wire.
I started crying instantly.
From the fury in madam’s eyes she was determined to do anything so long as she got the confession she was looking for.
Madam went to that corner of the kitchen and picked up the piece of wire.
I shuddered with fear and rose from the mortar I was sitting on shivering.
The familiar whistling sound came again as the first lash journeyed through the air and landed on the junction between my neck and my left shoulder sending me into fresh untold pain.
“It was Oga, It was Oga,” I shouted out unable to bear the pain.
“Yes!” madam acclaimed. “Oga did what?” She interrogated.
“Oga forced me to do it with him,” I blurted out crying hysterically. “He came to my room and forced me and warned me not to tell anybody.”
Madam stopped momentarily, apparently jolted by the confession she just heard but then her eyes flared up again.
“And you agreed?” She asked staring furiously at me.
“He forced me ma,” I replied in self defence.
“He forced you! Forced you! Forced you!” Madam blurted as she unleashed more lashes of her wire on me.
I ran out of the kitchen in pain and towards the bedroom.
Madam zoomed furiously into the master bedroom but on second thought she came back out and into my small room.
“Better start packing your things cos this house won’t contain the two of us anymore,” she barked pointing her index finger aggressively at me.
“Aunty please,” I begged crying.
“Don’t please me,” she barked and stormed back into the master bedroom and locked the door firmly.
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Madam later mellowed down and didn’t send me packing as she had earlier threatened though her attitude towards me changed dramatically.
She stopped talking to me and behaved asif I didn’t exist even though she still gave me food.
I knew she was patiently waiting for Oga to come back before unleashing the main war…

The House Girl Episode 22

November 04, 2018 Add Comment
Episode 22
The white woman stared at me surprised when she came out and found me standing at her gate and crying.
I had knocked three consecutive times and it was after the 3rd knock that she came out.
There was surprise and worry written all over her face and she stared at me for a while before advancing closer.
“Please I need your help ma,” I begged as she drew nearer.
The tears falling from my eyes and the fact that I was crying must have induced compassion in her and she came close and asked me what the problem was.
I told her that my madam maltreated me and nearly killed me and I ran out of the house.
She asked me who my madam was and I told her and she instantly remembered the last encounter and sighed.
She told me that there wasn’t much she could do and that she had come to realise that the country was too corrupt and even if she arrested my madam like she did the other time, someone would still grant her bail and the problem would not be addressed.
I noticed without being told that she wasn’t willing to let me into her house because all the while I was standing outside the gate.
She advised me to go back to the house and apologise to my madam and be careful not to find her trouble again.
With that she left me at the gate and went inside.
I was devastated and confused on what to do. Going back to the house meant doom for me.
I didn’t have any other place to go either.
I stood at the gate thinking of what to do. I’ve never been more confused in my life.
So I decided to remain at the gate even if it meant sleeping outside.
But then I thought of the insecurity in the neighbourhood. All these rough boys living around would be more happy to accost me later in the night and rape me mercilessly.
The more I thought of these, the more confused I became.
The day was too long to go. The time was around 10 o’clock in the morning and I didn’t know how to keep busy and for how long.
So I decided to go back to the house.
I swung our gate open and went inside. I was very afraid and expected the worst.
I climbed the steps infront of the door fearfully and tiptoed towards the door and pushed it gently to discover that it was firmly locked.
With the last drop of courage in me I knocked on the door and got no response.
I knocked again and again yet no response.
By the fourth knock the door gently opened and madam stood aside for me to enter.
“Please I’m sorry ma,” I apologised at the door kneeling down.
“Won’t you come inside first?” Madam asked abruptly and I quickly obeyed.
As soon as I went in, madam locked the door firmly behind me and I looked and saw the long piece of wire dangling from her left hand.
Then she turned towards me.
It was the whistling sound of the wire that I heard and before I could say “Jack” it had circled my neck.
Madam knew no mercy.
She flogged and flogged and flogged me with the wire that I almost felt I was dying.
I screamed and screamed yet there was no relief. Infact madam was determined to kill me that morning.
The whistling sound of the wire continued lash after lash producing as much pain as the welder desired as the wire whizzed through the air and landed on me.
Each lash left a peculiar scar on my skin as the flogging continued.
At a point the pain became so unbearable and I passed out…

The House Girl Episode 21

November 04, 2018 Add Comment
Episode 21
“Oga didn’t come to my room,” I replied with a trembling voice determined not to betray myself.
Madam stared at me from head to toe with visible venom in her eyes.
She seemed to be sure that her husband had been to my room the previous night.
But then there was no way I could admit such fact even if a knife was put to my neck because the situation was more or less like an individual standing between the devil and the deep blue sea.
All the options before me spelt disaster.
Admitting that I slept with Oga was a very big offence on its own therefore denying the offence was the better option.
Secondly, it was possible that madam could just be playing on my intelligence in a bid to find out the real truth by putting up that allegation to know what my response would be.
Admitting the truth would mean giving myself away cheaply.
So I hung on.
“What did my husband come to do in your room last night?” Madam continued.
“Oga didn’t come to my room ma,” I replied hanging on tenaciously.
Madam snapped.
Like lightening her right hand flashed across very fast from left to right and landed with a loud thud on my cheek.
I cried out in pain and made to escape to the kitchen but madam sprang after me energetically and furiously and drew me back to herself to continue the assault.
More slaps landed on my cheek and my wailing doubled. Yet madam continued unperturbed.
She gave me a sharp push on the forehead and I hit the back of my head very hard on the wall behind me.
The pain was very excruciating.
I screamed out so loud at the top of my voice begging madam for forgiveness but madam wasn’t done yet.
I had made up my mind not to admit that Oga came to my room even if it meant losing my life because if mere denial could fetch such punishment, only God knew the magnitude of punishment admitting the crime would fetch.
So I hung on.
And madam continued with the beating.
It wasn’t yet upto one hour Oga drove out and all these were happening.
I knew I was in big trouble.
The aggression and brutality was much and unbearable, coupled with the fact that I still had more than seven days to stay with and endure the terror.
Madam’s hands soon started aching and she dashed into her bedroom and came out brandishing a long piece of twisted wire.
Three lashes of the wire on my shoulders sent me out of the house and into the environ with severe pain.
I couldn’t endure the pain, not even for one second, so I ran out of the house and out of the compound and into the neighbouring white woman’s compound…

The House Girl Episode 20

November 01, 2018 Add Comment
Episode 20
“I will be travelling for a conference tomorrow morning to come back on saturday,” I overheard Oga telling Madam the next morning.
I was mopping up the toilet and bathroom when I heard Oga telling madam about the travel.
I felt bad.
The fact that Oga didn’t deem it necessary to tell me about his impending travel last night when he sneaked into my room to enjoy my honey pie made me feel humiliated and insignificant.
I felt real bad.
With annoyance and subdued fury I continued with the toilet I was mopping.
It dawned on me that even though Oga sneaks into my room every night in pursuit of my honey pie, he had no regard for me.
The thought alone villified me. But then that was by the way.
The main matter on ground was the fact that Oga was travelling which meant that madam now had the entire house to herself and woe unto me I was in big trouble.
From what I overheard, Oga was going to be away for about one week and that for me meant one week of agonizing terror.
With me and madam alone in the house with the kids, revenge was not far-fetched.
It was an ideal opportunity for madam to do whatever she wanted with me and I trembled as the thought crossed my mind.
I was scared.
Madam was capable of anything not to talk of when Oga wasn’t around.
But I had no other options than to face my fate.
That night, Oga sneaked into my room once again as usual but this time I refused to open for him.
He was surprised and asked me what the problem was of which I instantly told him that I wanted to travel with him.
Oga laughed cupping his mouth with his left palm to block off the sound.
He informed me that it wasn’t going to be possible for me to travel with him because of obvious reasons. Rather he advised me to be of my best behaviour so that madam won’t see reasons to punish me unnecessarily for a week.
I informed him that I wasn’t happy with the fact that he didn’t tell me about his travel the other night that he came to my room and he apologised saying that it escaped his mind.
I didn’t know what else to say again than to open my legs for him so he had his way.
By the time I woke up the next morning, his luggage had already been packed and was waiting for me to carry them into the car.
By 9am that morning, he left.
“Adaeze!” My madam called me as soon as Oga zoomed off.
“Yes ma,” I answered with immediate urgency.
“Will you carry your dead decaying body to this place before I close and open my eyes,” she commanded.
I ran into the master bedroom to answer in obedience.
“As you can see,” she began. “Oga just left for a conference and will not be back until next two weeks,” she continued. “If you want this house to accommodate the both of us atleast until Oga comes back, I think its high time you started telling me the truth about what my husband went to do in your room last night that I don’t know about…”

The House Girl Episode 19

November 01, 2018 Add Comment


Episode 19
Oga came back later in the night and blew the horn of his car very loudly signalling me to come outside and bring in the foodstuffs he bought.
I wore my slippers and went out to bring in the foodstuffs immediately.
There was one bag of rice, one carton of tin tomatoes, some onions and a host of other condiments to be carried inside.
I carried the bag of rice first, followed by the carton of tin tomatoes and then I came out to carry the last batch of the condiments he bought when he smuggled a polythene bag into the bag and signalled me that the polythene was mine.
I carried the condiments inside and codedly took the polythene into my room.
“Let me see that bag you’re carrying into your room!” Madam intercepted abruptly from the door of the master bedroom.
I froze with fear and my legs wobbled.
“Those are the detergents I gave her to use and wash our bedsheets,” Oga intervened immediately joining us in the corridor.
Madam went back into the master bedroom while I returned to my small room with the polythene.
Inside the polythene was Meatpie, one chicken lap, popcorn and canned drink.
The sight was so appetising that I instantly started from the meatpie without delay.
The meatpie was very sweet and I nearly bit my fingers while devouring it.
The chicken soon followed and was extremely delicious. It was well spiced and grilled and I munched the entire lot in no time.
Then I washed it down with the cold drink and cleaned my mouth.
I folded the polythene bag with the empty drink can and disposed it into the dustbin.
I felt happy and well catered for by Oga even though my madam the Jezebel of the house was still around.
Around 9pm the family had dinner and went to bed.
I stayed back to clear and wash the utensils used for the dinner before having my own dinner.
Then I went to bed.
Around 1.00am midnight, Oga sneaked in as usual and I woke up when I felt his hands gliding up and down my waist and bumbum.
He had earlier suggested to me to stop wearing pant to bed inorder to make things easier and faster without having to start fiddling up and down in the darkness trying to remove pant.
I took heed of his suggestion and from that day onwards I stopped wearing pants to bed.
So when he came in that night, their wasn’t any blockade on the way so he felt my entire body with his hands and savouring the soft contours soon got himself aroused.
Then he penetrated me.
His thrusts were sharp and forceful and filled with lust.
Before I could count to 20, he started groaning and jerking spasmodically as his thrusts became involuntary and I felt warm liquid spurt into my wet canal.
After that he became still and withdrew his d!ck, got up and left for his master bedroom…

The House Girl Episode 18

October 29, 2018 Add Comment

Episode 18
My madam was seating in the sitting room impatiently waiting for me to come back when I entered with the change firmly folded inside my right hand.
I shot out my hand immediately to give her the change without waiting for her to demand for it and she took it abruptly and angrily from my hand.
Her face was all squeezed up and frowned.
Then I turned to go.
I knew madam wasn’t happy so I wanted to leave her presence as fast as I could.
As I made the move to leave, she called me back angrily and asked me why I want to separate her husband and her.
The question took me by surprise and I momentarily couldn’t reply.
“I don’t understand ma,” I replied looking confused and troubled.
“Oh spare me those pretences,” she countered. “Just know that your days in this house are numbered.”
I trembled as I heard those words.
I wasn’t ready to go back to the village at that point so if madam’s statement was anything to go by then I was in deep trouble.
“I’m sorry ma,” I apologised to mellow her anger.
“Sorry for your stupid self,” she snapped. “Come on go and find something doing and get out of my sight,” she added.
In obedience I left her presence and went into the kitchen and sat on the mortar as usual.
Then I drifted into deep thought.
There was no way I could possibly return to the village without Oga’s consent and as things stood currently, oga was firmly by my side if not for any other thing, for the hornilicious services I offer him every night free of charge…

The House Girl Episode 17

October 29, 2018 Add Comment
Episode 17
The silence between my madam and her husband lingered so long that at a point I began to pray it doesn’t lead to divorce.
How could I come to terms with myself if I should bring separation between my madam and her husband joined by God.
The thought alone scared me.
Madam and her husband were like two enemies in one house and on different occasions, clashes occurred.
There was one particular saturday that madam wanted me to go to a nearby supermarket and buy provisions for her.
Oga at the same time wanted me to prepare his breakfast first before anyother thing.
Conflict of authority ensued.
“Before I close my eyes and open it, run to the supermarket and buy me those provisions,” my madam ordered.
“If you move an inch I break your head,” the husband countered. “You aren’t going anywhere till you’ve served my breakfast,” the husband affirmed.
Husband and wife stood at crossroads and none was willing to let the other triumph.
I stood at the centre of the whole drama utterly confused. It was then that I realised the authenticity of the proverb that stated that it was difficult if not impossible to serve two masters at the same time.
The drama continued for more than ten minutes before madam had enough and faced the husband.
“Ken, what exactly is your problem?” She asked calling him by the first name.
“Mabel, what exactly is your own problem?” The husband threw back.
“You’re biting more than you can chew in this house,” my madam added.
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“You must be crazy,” the husband thundered. “My friend go and prepare my breakfast,” he added turning towards me.
This time madam didn’t counter the order so I set to work.
Within one hour the breakfast was ready and I served it and then ran off to the supermarket to buy the provisions for madam.
I got to the supermarket within five minutes and found out on getting there that the provision my madam sent me to buy was finished and were yet to replace the stock. So I returned to the house to inform madam about the new development but she barked at me and asked me whether that supermarket was the only supermarket in the neighbourhood.
I went back in search of the provisions in the other supermarkets and it was when I entered one of the supermarkets that my eyes caught one cute guy that came to buy things as well.
I felt the funny butterfly in my tummy and developed feelings instantly.
But then the guy was deeply engrossed in what he was buying and didn’t notice me.
Out of disappointment, I bought the provisions hurriedly and left forgetting my change in the process.
I was deep in thought thinking about the guy and the whole drama when I got to the house and madam demanded for her change.
By then the husband had left the house and went out.
The slap that landed on my face when I couldn’t produce madam’s change was sufficient to kill a one month old baby if not older.
More slaps followed in quick succession and with pain I ran out of the house to get the change.
Tears flowed freely as I ran to get the change.
On the way I passed the cute guy that made me forget my change and he passed me by and took not even a single notice of me.
There wasn’t anything attractive about me so I didn’t necessarily blame him.
My clothes were tattered, my hair un-combed and my footwear were old and worn out.
My tears increased after I passed him by and soon got to the supermarket to retrieve my change.
Then I headed home…

The House Girl Episode 16

October 28, 2018 Add Comment
Episode 16
I was surprised when my madam’s husband came back in the evening with new clothes that he bought for me.
It was quite unusual and very unexpected.
Madam’s face grew long and villified from anger and disenchantment.
She couldn’t hide her bitterness.
She hissed, sighed, banged the door, frowned her face and all-what-not just to register her annoyance but the husband ignored her.
Extremely villified, she lost her temper.
“Stupid man!” she bawled. “You’re not ashamed of yourself? No, tell me, are you not ashamed of yourself? Common housemaid? That’s what’s turning your head. Because of this small girl of a b—–d you no longer know your wife!” Madam sparked.
“Don’t insult me,” the husband warned calmly but sternly. “I said don’t insult me,” he repeated.
“And if I insult you what will happen?” madam countered. “No, tell me,” she continued. “If I insult you what will happen? IMPOTENT MAN!”
The last insult was too much for the husband to bear.
He lounged ferociously at his wife and landed a thunderous slap on her left cheek.
The sound of the slap jolted me and left me staring at the couple with fear, confusion and awe.
Even though I was partly happy that madam was at last tasting a piece of her own cake, I was scared of the uncertainty and the possibility of the transferred aggression that could turn towards me.
“Heeweeoooooo,” my madam cried out in pain and fought back, scratching her husband all over with her long sharp nails.
Irritated by his wife’s effrontery and aggression, the husband continued his assault with aggressive ferocity.
His slaps turned into blows and his wife into a punching bag and me into a spectator.
“Oga biko ozugo,” I pleaded in ibo on my madam’s behalf. “Oga abeg e don do,” I continued.
The husband ignored me and the fight continued.
“You will kill me today,” my madam cried. “You must kill me today,” she continued. “Whether you like it or not, you must kill me today!”
The husband continued the beating as the wife held tenaciously to his trouser.
The children were sleeping in the master bedroom so they didn’t hear what was going on.
At long last, Oga and wife became tired and the fight came to an end…
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For days madam’s face remained swollen and she and her husband didn’t speak to each other.
Oga stopped eating madam’s food.
The gap developing between them further strengthened my affair with the husband.
Night after night he sneaked into my room and enjoyed my honey pie.
There were days he came back earlier than usual when madam wasn’t around and we did it freely all over the house.
I knew I was playing a very dangerous game but then I was only doing all I could to survive…

The House Girl Episode 15

October 28, 2018 Add Comment
Episode 15
The husband found me lying innocently on my small mattress with an ugly-looking night gown.
He didn’t utter any word but stared on at me for some seconds before he drew close.
I woke up when I felt a hand gently tap me on the shoulder and I opened my eyes.
“Baby its me,” he whispered. “Its me baby,” he repeated.
I already knew what he wanted so I didn’t waste time in pulling my pant and positioning myself adequately for him.
He entered from the front as usual and started thrusting like a typical he-goat mating a she-goat.
But then as he gradually approached the point of no return, the door to their master bedroom gently creaked open and the husband froze with fear and paused abruptly in the middle of his thrusts.
He was lying in-between my legs when the door opened and madam walked out of the room and towards the toilet.
The lights were off so everywhere was dark except for the torch madam brandished.
The husband motioned to me to keep silent which I obeyed.
He hurriedly withdrew his d!ck from me and quietly wore back his boxers.
Madam walked straight to the toilet and pushed the door open. The door opened but there was no one inside.
The husband saw the opportunity and slid back into the master bedroom.
After some seconds, my madam closed the door and returned to the bedroom.
I listened attentively as madam asked her husband where he had gone and the husband replied that he had gone to the balcony to bring in his clothes.
After that, everywhere became silent again.
But then my instinct told me that madam must have decoded what happened even though she didn’t voice it out.
It was the question she asked me the next day that sent my heart and entire body quivering anew…
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“My husband came to your room last night, didn’t he?” My madam asked peering suspiciously into my face.
“Madam No o,” I lied hotly.
It was very unthinkable for me to accept such ugly truth not to talk of voicing it out.
“Oga no come my room o,” I added.
“Can you swear by the name of God that Oga no come your room last night?” she continued.
“Madam I swear, Oga no come my room, I swear.” I replied.
“Its alright, let’s watch and see,” she concluded and walked back into their master bedroom leaving me standing alone in the kitchen and battling with my unsettled conscience…

The House Girl Episodes 14

October 27, 2018 Add Comment
Episode 14
From that night onwards, madam’s husband became friendly once again towards me to the great consternation of my madam.
The husband defended me at the slightest opportunity leaving my madam marvelled and confused.
There was a day my madam hit me for spilling water mistakenly on the kitchen floor while washing plate.
That day was a saturday and my madam’s husband didn’t go to work.
The pain of the flattened right palm of my madam landing on the mid-region of my back made me shout out as she continued the assault unperturbed.
Hearing my scream from inside the bedroom, my madam’s husband hurriedly ran from the bedroom to the kitchen to find out what was happening.
“Could you imagine that this stupid girl carelessly poured water on the floor upon all my warning,” my madam explained as soon as the husband got to the kitchen.
“And so bloody what?” The husband barked shocking my madam into silence. She had expected her husband to support her like before but surprisingly the response she got was more shocking than expected.
“Enough is enough with these your wickedness,” the husband continued. “And let this be the last time you will ever treat this young girl like this. I even regret why I bailed you from that police custody, wicked woman.” The husband bawled.
My madam couldn’t utter any word in reply. She was deeply stunned by her husband’s sudden and unexpected outburst worsened by the fact that it all happened in the presence of the most insignificant of people – my humble self.
The husband turned and went back into the bedroom.
My madam stood still not knowing what to do again. I stood where I was equally confused.
At long last she slowly went into the bedroom with her husband while I remained in the kitchen half-happy and half-confused.
Through out that day my madam didn’t utter any word to me. She didn’t issue any order as usual and I did just the chores I knew I had to do.
The whole house remained silent like a grave yard sake for the occasional cries of the baby which stopped as soon as my madam intervened with b—-t milk and lullabies.
And so the silence continued till night came and everyone went to bed.
Around 3am, the husband tip-toed into my room once again to enjoy my young innocent honey pie…

The House Girl Episode 13

October 26, 2018 Add Comment
Episode 13
The husband’s countenance towards me changed dramatically after that night and became harsh and aggressive.
He barked at me at the slightest opportunity and complained about everything I did.
The day I mistakenly poured water on the floor while trying to fetch drinking water, I got a very dirty slap on my face and a promise to make it worse next time I ever tried it again.
My madam noticed the change in the husband’s behaviour too and wondered secretly within herself even though she didn’t mention it to me.
One evening while I was washing plates inside the kitchen, madam’s husband came into the kitchen and stood quietly behind me.
It was when he cleared his throat that I turned abruptly and my legs shivered.
“You think you’re smart right?” He asked staring at me.
“No sir,” I replied still trembling. “I’m sorry sir.”
“You rejected my proposal right?” He asked again. “I will make this house very unbearable for you till you learn your lesson.”
The words sent shivers down my spine and my legs wobbled out of fear.
During my quiet moment I thought about all my madam’s husband said to me and felt the need to give him what he wanted atleast to have his support.
Madam’s maltreatment alone was hell not to talk of when Oga joined in the maltreatment, the situation was terribly horrible.
But then I didn’t know how to call the husband and tell him my decision.
Day after day, more and more punishments came my way and Oga stopped intervening in madam’s mistreatment unlike before when he never supported my madam.
Then one evening when I came to clear the dishes which the husband used in eating water melon, I gathered courage and blinked my left eye to him which he instantly interpreted and kept silent.
I had learnt back in the village in normal gossip among village teens that blinking to a man signified interest so at that point I had to employ it on my madam’s husband.
Then that night, the expected happened.
My madam’s husband sneaked into my room and this time I didn’t resist.
In the darkness of the night, his fingers searched for the wetness of my young orifice and when he found it, fingered it gingerly.
Then he ordered me to pull my pant and I obeyed instantly out of fear.
He opened my legs wide and lay on top of me as I felt a hard part of him push into me and felt sharp severe pain.
I restrained myself from screaming for fear of waking my madam but I couldn’t help muffling a groan.
He wasn’t gentle at all and moved in and out of me erratically till he started convulsing like an epileptic and I felt warm liquid spurt into me.
Then he collapsed on top of me panting.
Next thing he got up, wore his boxers and tiptoed back into their master bedroom…

The House Girl Episode 12

October 26, 2018 Add Comment
Episode 12
Later in the evening, when my madam’s husband came back from work, he called me aside and asked me why I was crying in the morning.
“Nothing sir,” I replied not wanting to betray myself.
“Come on dear,” he urged on. “Your madam is not here so be free and tell me what happened.”
I kept silent for some seconds before I replied.
“Madam flogged me with wire,” I revealed. “And hid it under the bed.”
“Really?” He asked.
“Yes sir,” I replied. “Please let me finish up with the plates,” I added.
“Ok,” he replied and left.
I finished washing the plate and went to dispose off refuse for the day.
I didn’t go over to Chidimma’s compound to call her like before so I came back early.
Then I proceeded to look after the little baby as madam took her evening bath.
There was this way my madam’s husband was looking at me that made me uncomfortable but I pretended like I didn’t notice.
I focused on the baby I was babysitting and ignored him completely.
My madam soon finished taking her bath and joined us in the sitting room.
She collected her baby from me and ordered me into the kitchen.
I obeyed immediately and left the sitting room.
Inside the kitchen I thought about my life. There wasn’t any hope that I would go to school and my madam and her husband didn’t seem to be thinking in that direction.
Then I thought about my madam’s husband and the way he had been looking at me recently and wondered what exactly he had in mind.
At fifteen, my b—-t had developed to a sizeable extent and my hips were innocently rounded.
Could that be what the husband was staring at? I couldn’t tell.
I sat in the kitchen till it was time to prepare dinner then I set to work grinding, pounding and cutting the necessary condiments needed for the soup.
When I was done, I took over the baby while my madam set to work.
Within 2hours, the soup was ready so she and her family ate first before mine was dished into one rubber plate and I ate without any complaint or grudges.
I then proceeded to wash the dishes used in preparing and serving the food before I finally went to bed.
Around 1.00am midnight, my madam’s husband sneaked into my room while I was fast asleep and started touching me all over.
I woke up with a start, shocked and surprised but he hushed me and begged me to cooperate but I resisted and pleaded with him not to force me.
Feeling angry and humiliated, he tiptoed out of my room and went back to their master bedroom…

The House Girl Episode 11

October 26, 2018 Add Comment
Episode 11
That day I ate around 10pm in the night.
If not for that Okpa and sachet water I bought earlier in the day, I wonder what would have become of me.
My madam came back with her husband and dished some jollof rice into my plate and handed it to me.
I thanked her and sat on the mortar to eat.
The food was still warm and delicious not minding the fact that it was cooked early in the morning before the incident with the white woman took place.
I ate fast and then had the plate washed and kept on the rack to dry…
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The next day was a saturday and unfortunately for me I didn’t wake up early.
I was very tired and exhausted when I went to bed the past night so I didn’t know when morning came.
The fury which the piece of wire landed on my neck this time around was ten times more painful than I had ever felt before in my life.
I screamed so loud that my madam’s husband ran into my room to find out what was happening to me.
As soon as my madam heard her husband’s footstep approaching, she threw the piece of wire under my bed and frowned at me as warning not to talk.
“What’s the problem?” My madam’s husband asked as soon as he got to my room.
I kept quiet sobbing hysterically.
“Why are you crying?” He asked again staring at me.
For a reply, I sobbed the more.
“Darling why is she crying?” He asked facing his wife – my madam.
Madam kept silent.
“Can someone please tell me what is happening here?” Madam’s husband insisted.
I didn’t talk, madam didn’t talk.
In anger, the husband stormed out of the room and into their master’s bedroom…

The House Girl Episode 10

October 26, 2018 Add Comment
Episode 10
“Jesus!” The woman screamed and my madam froze with shock.
My madam wasn’t facing the door so she hadn’t seen the woman enter and therefore didn’t know that the woman had seen her flogging me with a long piece of wire so she was shocked by the sudden and unfamiliar voice.
“I’m gonna report this to the Human Rights Commission!” The woman barked with foreign accent and stormed out of the house.
My madam stood rooted to the spot for some minutes visibly shaken.
She didn’t know whether to go after the white woman that just stormed out of the house or to continue flogging me from where she stopped.
She stood still totally confused.
I stood still too not wanting to infuriate her with any sudden or unplanned movement.
She turned abruptly and walked into her room.
Around 3pm in the afternoon, the white woman returned with some police officers to arrest my madam.
My madam called me and asked me to look after the house that she was going to be back in a jiffy.
The woman examined my hands and legs and noted the scars all over.
Then she left with my madam and the police…
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My madam came back later in the night with her husband.
I guess her husband must have bailed her that evening from police custody.
That night, I overheard her husband talking to her about the way she treated me.
He advised her to take things easy with me and stop attracting public eyes into his family.
My madam kept silent and uttered no word.
She reduced her aggression towards me and took things easy with me.
But then her change of attitude was not to last very long and the next day soon marked her return to aggression and brutality…

The House Girl Episode 9

October 24, 2018 Add Comment
Episode 9
I concluded to tell her that I got to the supermarket and couldn’t find the money again which after looking for it everywhere I couldn’t find it.
I knew the story may not go down well with her but I had no other option.
There was no way I could tell her that I used her money to buy Okpa out of hunger so I had to tell her somethingelse and face whatever consequence that would emanate.
Madam was sitting in the sitting room with her baby when I got home.
“Where is the soap?” She asked immediately.
“Let me tell you what happened ma,” I stammered nervously. “I lost the money on the way ma so when I got to the supermarket I couldn’t find it again ma.”
“You lost which money?” My madam queried.
“The soap money ma,” I replied.
“You must be very stupid,” she barked. “Come closer and open your mouth!”
I guess my madam had suspected rightly that I used the money to buy something to eat so she wanted to confirm or disprove her suspicion.
With trembling legs I drew closer and opened my mouth.
Madam lay her baby gently on the cushion and smelt my mouth.
“Ohoo,” she exclaimed. “So you used my money to buy Okpa?” She asked. “And you had the audacity to lie to me that you lost the money?”
Madam descended on me with all the fury her muscles could muster.
When her hands started aching her, she reached for her wire and continued.
I cried out in pain and agony but madam continued undaunted.
A white woman living in the opposite compound was driving by and overheard my voice and stopped to check out what was happening.
She was a lawyer and worked under one Human Rights Commission.
Without knocking she swung our door open and saw my madam red-handed flogging me with a piece of wire…

The House Girl Episode 8

October 24, 2018 Add Comment
Episode 8
Madam didn’t give me breakfast that morning and by noon I was disoriented.
My tummy was on fire and the hunger pangs in my stomach had increased ten folds.
Madam handed her little baby to me around eleven o’clock that morning.
I carried the little baby from that time till around four in the evening on empty stomach.
Even the pap I was to give to the baby, I drank half out of hunger.
I needed to quell the pangs in my stomach and any edible could do.
Madam woke up around 4.30pm in the evening and collected her baby from me.
She didn’t even mention anything about giving me food and this piqued me.
I didn’t know what to do.
I just sat in the kitchen deep in thought. I had no money on me so I couldn’t think of buying food. So I just sat there hoping that a miracle would happen.
Around five minutes past five, madam called me and gave me N200 to go to a nearby supermarket and buy bathing soap for her.
I took the money and left immediately.
There was a woman selling freshly prepared Okpa along the road and the sweet aroma of the woman’s Okpa suggested new ideas into my hungry mind.
Before I knew what was happening I bought two wraps @ N50 each and sat at one corner of the road to devour it.
The Okpa was very hot yet I ate it quickly and hungrily.
When I finished, I bought sachet water and augmented the Okpa and my stomach returned instantly to normal.
Then I started thinking of a believable narrative to tell my madam…

The House Girl Episodes 7

October 24, 2018 Add Comment
Episode 7
My madam’s parents had gone by the time I came back to the house.
My madam was seated in the sitting room with her baby and children when I entered.
Something about her composure told me that she wasn’t happy but I pretended like I didn’t notice.
I dashed across the sitting room to go into my room but she called me back.
“Why are you coming back now?” She asked frowning.
I kept silent not knowing what to reply.
“Are you not the one I’m talking to?” She asked still looking intently at me.
I remained silent not knowing what to reply.
My mouth opened and closed but no sound came forth.
“Don’t worry,” my madam continued. “By the time you go hungry this night, you will talk,” she concluded.
I stood there ogling at her.
“Will you get out of my sight!” She barked.
I ran into my room instantly without wasting time.
That night, my madam refused to give me food and I went to bed on empty stomach.
Sleep refused to come.
Hard as I tried, I couldn’t sleep.
Hunger pangs kept gnawing at the walls of my stomach and I wondered if I would survive till morning.
I woke up the next morning and went to do my morning work irrespective of the hunger.
I was still doing the work when my madam woke up.
“Are you now ready to tell me what kept you so long yesterday when you went to dispose refuse?” She asked staring at me.
I sprang up from the toilet-floor I was mopping.
“You’ve started having boyfriends outside haven’t you?” She asked.
“No ma,” I replied.
“You will not eat anything in this house again till you tell me what kept you outside,” she continued.
“I was waiting for Chidimma,” I replied.
“How many times have I warned you about that Chidimma of a girl?” She asked.
“I’m sorry ma, I won’t do it again,” I pleaded.
“Sorry for your stupid self!” She snapped…