“Ekaette! Eka…..where is that girl sef?” My ten year old son peered at me over his handheld game. “Hmmm, if you’re planning to give her those clothes to wash, I guess you’re intending never to wear them again. Who knows, this time she might wash them in engine oil!” I looked at the clothes in … Continue reading Ekaette!!
Her left foot caught against a stone. She half fell forward, a kindly stranger steadied her. “o girl take am easy na, look where u dey go” the man chided. Not so kind after all she thought to herself. She muffled her thanks and quickened her pace. Left foot. Her mother would have called that … Continue reading Dilemma of a House Help
This story contains some disturbing themes, so reader’s discretion is advised.
“IDIOT!” Madam screamed as she sent another slap on Linda’s already swollen cheek. The maid staggered backwards, clutching her face, tears streaming down her temporarily blinded eyes.
One day, Mrs Effiong returned home after a trip to the market to discover that the money she had set aside for the baby’s christening dress was short. Of one thousand naira. She had a hard time reconciling her accounts, and later, after exhaustive but unproductive brain wracking concluded that she must have used the money somehow, maybe in buying some things. It didn’t matter that there were no things!
Monica was up at night typing on her phone. Mrs Effiong found out because in the middle of the night when she got up to use the bathroom, and she had to pass by Monica’s room, she heard the familiar sound she usually heard from the phone of her neighbour upstairs. She restrained the urge to barge into the room, in a characteristic Mrs Effiong style and demand that Monica go to bed. That why was she wasting her light and a host of other questions. Dealing with an apparently non- stupid housegirl did that: dulled your instincts and Mrs Effiong’s instincts were almost becoming non- exis
The ceiling fan was making a whirr whirr sound, swaying from side to side in a last desperate attempt to do the work for which it was made; to circulate air. The Power Holding Company had just emasculated it. Mrs Effiong groaned. Her three month old who was sleeping soundly, would soon cry out when he became hot and sweaty. If she had known that PHC was this unreliable in these parts , she would have prevented her husband from paying for this flat in Ijesha.