The House Girl

hmmmmmm,,, your travails just start now

Nice story

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Bring it on

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Let's see how it goes... Nice and interesting start

Ur madam na dem

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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 the 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 buckets 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 – were 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 often than not 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 the 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…

am here now

so bring it on

I read this before but can't remember all that happened

Eiii what kind of wahala n yeye treatment be Dis na???

Bring it come dear

wicked madam

This story is already on the list completed stories naw

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, baby went to sleep and madam went to sleep too and I had little time to myself…

See sufferness

Freedom is coming, just be patient.

@bouqui1st, This story already exist here. Posted by the Author then

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and things where terrible for u abi?, ride on

God punish this ur madam,so she brought here to maltreat u?

see how rich people maltreat poor people

Oh just believe in GOD Ur freedom is coming soon