The Maid (Part 1)

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As I entered the parlour, I sensed tension almost immediately. She sat at the edge of the three colourful cushions. He sat in one of the other two facing her. A blank expression was written on his face.

“Bastard,” I muttered under my breath, rolling my eyes at him for an instant and wondering if his mother saw me. I sat down on the empty seat next to him. His familiar fragrance of peach and strawberry hit me. How had I managed to be so crazy around his cologne? To be so jealous and possessive over someone who was never mine?

These begging questions took my mind back to how it all started.

“What’s going on between you both?” her question threw me out of my necessitated reverie. I landed back to the spot of present reality and realized too late why we had been summoned!

“Does she know?” I wondered.

“Precious, I want to know….. how did these all happen?” the sound of my name made me take in forced breath.

My heart plunged against my chest. My palms got too wet already. Even the chair I sat on felt too small for my round figure.

I was almost sure the baby in my womb kicked in forced labour attempt. I was barely four months pregnant!

Everything felt too far, even the walls looked like they stood erect from a distance. My head swooned with fear. The ceiling withdrew itself from me…. everything forsook me. I felt very alone and hot. How could I be hot when I could hear the whispering shrill of the air conditions?

“How much does she know?”and I wondered, trembling like a goldfish whisked out of its aquarium.

“Erm… Ma….” I scratched the back of my head and suddenly realized I was severely pressed with sulphurous urine. My temperature hit the skies, my heart rate rushing like a hungry zombie towards fresh flesh.

I locked my fingers together, twisting and turning them and then I did something utterly foolish.

I broke into blistery, sweet tears. Tears I had wanted to cry from the first day it began.

And then I screamed… the scream of pain I had always wanted to. There was no satisfaction, I disappointedly realized… Absolutely no satisfaction!

She moved closer, in a motherly embrace. For a moment, I felt safe from his shouting stares. “I’m here… I’m here,” she reminded me.

She didn’t deserve this, I thought. She was the best employer anyone could wish for. She literarily took me as her adopted child not minding that I was only her maid.

She’s provided me with shelter and every other thing I could think of. It’s time she knew the truth. The whole truth, not a word extra… not a word deducted.

I took her back to the beginning of it all.

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Favour Uchechukwu (aka Whyte Queen) is a student of the Nnamdi Azikiwe University (popularly known as Unizik) where she studies Psychology. She is a prolific writer with an inborn love for poetic diction and language. Her writing was born of grief, resulting from the death of her mom. But she has since moved on and learnt to find joy in the smallest things that come with life. She is one to give life to words and make you feel them like they were Braille written out for the blind. She has taken part in several Facebook Competitions and won some for the good of African literature and its current net worth. She aspires to take African literature to a whole new level. She has for herself, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie as a role model and hopes to transcend beyond the moonlighting offered by her epic works of African art.

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