Chapter 4 Agonies Of A House Girl -Episode 4

The other two children, Nnenna and Chimaobi soon c@m£ 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 3 years of age would suggest.

"And mine too!" Nnenna added.

"It's 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 it to them.

If not for the presence of my madam, those children would have

had it h0t with me but madam's presence was hell-fire on its

own.

Not to talk of when she gets a report from any of her children.

I hadn't taken anything except the two slices of bread and mixed

water that I had taken since morning yet I endured.

I cleared the sitting room and removed the school uniforms, bag

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 backward and nearly hit

my head on the wall.

"Silly as!" 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 8 pm 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...