Adaku sat down. She sat in her paradise-like parlour, she held a book in her hand, not reading, but flipping through the pages, searching for the exact place she had stopped. She was about to read. The book she was holding was a paperback book. A book written by Jamiu Basitt, the award winning author of so many books. The book she was holding was titled ” witches and the evil woman”. A gripping story that revolved between an evil woman and her house girl. Adaku was facinated by the book because the story re-united her thought about the live she had lived when she was a house girl.
She glanced once again across the house. The palour in which she was sitting down. She glanced at the plasma television in front of her and she saw that the television was showing a cartoon. She glanced through the house and saw her neatly, painted parlour. she saw the image of her daughter’s picture in the wall. And she noticed the scent which was coming from every corner of the house, the atmosphere was calm and the air was lovely. All these have added to her happiness which makes her forget that she was once a house girl and once had an Evil woman who could not but see her die at all cost or nearly killed her for all her misdemeanours.
She had once thought that life is free and no harm was to be done. But she later understood that life cound’nt be lived without facing any harm. Experience is the best teacher and she now understand, too, that women can sometimes be the root of all evil.
She remembered the day, that woman, her Oga’s wife , nearly strangled her to death. She remembered the day she was beaten and blood wetted her cloth, she remembered again that she was beaten because the clothes she washed was stained by unknown person. She remembered all those times she had to stay at home, not going to school because she had some trivial works her oga’s wife had assigned for her. She remembered those time she had to parch and sew her clothes with a needle just because she had no money to buy another one. She remembered all those times and thought that the author of the novel she was holding must have had a glimpse of her life record. Perhaps, a magical see through of how she had spent her life.
And now her life has been better and all those time she had suffered was nothing compared to the happiness she had now. The big car, the paradise house, a beautiful daughter and a lovely husband. Including the time she had now to read and write on her own. And the nursing ambition to write like Jamiu basitt, the author of this book she was holding.
She stopped at page 62 in the book she was holding. It was where the evil woman was trying to cajole her husband to let the house girl drop from school so that she could face her house choirs completely. But that was not what she really want, what she really want was to see the house girl quit from school because she was more serious in her studies than her daughter.
Adaku was anxious to know whether the husband was going to let the house girl quit from school or not, So far as she had been reading the book, she had noticed that the husband had not been path of the jealousness or the maltreatment.
Her anxiousness grew wings as her suspence became unrestful, all she wanted to know was what will be the reply of the husband.
She opened her book and started to read.