👫💞 The Pastor’s Daughter Episode SEVEN:

After two weeks of staying with the couples, the man decided to return back to his station, that was when I knew he worked in Abuja while his family stays in Benin. Prisca was to go with him to resume school over there and it was just me now.

At first I was not bothered because I had no issues in my few weeks there, I was treated well and I thought it will continue that way even though I will miss Prisca.

That morning they left and his wife decided to drop them off at the airport, I was left with their sons at home which the second is just the same age with Pius. I was in the kitchen tidying up what I hurriedly prepared for them to eat when Nosa, their first son walked into the kitchen and I greeted him.
“Where’s everyone? He asked without even replying.
“They are gone, I replied because they were still sleeping when their father left.

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“Really? He asked and yawned and looked at me.
“So you’re sleeping alone now huh? He asked and I nodded.

“I see, he asked and touched my back and I shifted.
“What’s that? I asked.

“Meaning what? I am now the man of this house and I don’t want to see you with all this big big skirts and gowns you are walking around with. If you know what’s good for you start putting on something decent and stop looking local, Nosa said.
“I don’t understand, but this is what I have, I said.

“Who cares if this is what you have? You better start giving out the gowns to a tailor to shape it for you because I won’t accept this disgusting sight! He shouted and left the kitchen and I looked at myself wondering what is wrong with my dressing.
Minutes later their mother returned and she called me.
“Welcome ma, I ran to her when I heard my name.

“Yes, as you can see my husband has gone back and I won’t be keeping you here to eat and stay in my house without you working for it. Your resting days are over, so you’ll be working here in the house and the shop. Is that understood? She asked.
“Yes ma, I replied.

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“Though you’ll still live here and I’ll still be feeding you, but there will be no pay for you, she said.
“You mean no salary? I asked.

“Of course, are you paying for the comfortable room you’re staying in or the food you’re eating? She asked and I was quiet and bowed my head.
“If you want a salary, then you will have to leave my house and you’ll be paid 10,000naira monthly. Which do you want? She asked and I raised my head and looked at her.

“Ma I came to Benin to look for money, I replied.
“To look for money? Are people sharing money on the streets over here? She asked.

“Not that, I came to work for it. I have no problem working for you but the issue of no salary is what I can’t take. I need money, I replied and she scoffed.
“I can see you need money, what will you do now? Leave? She asked.

“Can I look for a job elsewhere while I work for you at home? I asked.
“No you can’t, you have to work for me and only me or you leave, she replied and I breathed out.

“Its not by force girl, if you have a problem with that please Love you are free anytime to go, she added.
“No problem ma, I’m sorry ma, I said.

“Good, she said and I slowly left her sight.

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Running away from the village was not for fun, I came to work and earn some cash. When my mother said those harsh words to me, I saw the need to start fending for myself but this woman offer does not go well with me and I have no place to go either if she pushes me out.
I was to handle the provision shop that is not too far from the house while she handles the big Jewelry store she has. She personally base there so that the girls who work there won’t have the chance to steal from her. She opens the store herself very early in the morning and locks it up late in the evening before coming home at past 8pm.

I accepted the offer but was determined to still look for other opportunities that comes with accommodation then I can bid her goodbye.

I turned to be the slave in the house and honestly speaking I was not used to hard life despite I was in the village. My father pays people to work in the farm, and at home the only responsibility I had was in the kitchen. Pius fetches water and washes his clothes together with our father, while I do mine and my mother laundry. The sweeping of the house is done by me while Pius fetches the firewood and that’s all.

But here I was washing heavy jeans, cooking, cleaning and taking care of the shop then I’ll return to the house to cook dinner. The stress was really telling on me and to make it worst I was not getting a kobo, not even appreciation of 50naira.

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One Saturday I had serious cramps but struggled to wash the laundry of Nosa and his brother and spread it outside. I eventually slept off tired but had a loud knock on the door and I opened up,
“So you’re here snoring and it’s raining! Nosa shouted.
“I’m so sorry, I said and wanted running out but he fiercely dragged me back,

“Where do you think you’re going to huh? Besides are this clothes clean in your eyes or are you blind! He shouted hitting the wet clothes on my face.
“She even locked the shop to sleep, is the guts for me? Patrick, his junior added as he folded his hands looking at me.

“Sorry I was not feeling fine, I said shaking.
“You were not feeling fine indeed you lazy pig! Nosa shouted and hit my forehead.
“You better don’t let this happen again, he added throwing the clothes on my body and left.

I cleaned the tears that piled up in my eyes and sniffed as I picked the clothes from the floor to the backyard but I couldn’t stop crying.

This was not the life I desired and I never knew it will be this way. I thought of going back home but will I trek back to the village when I can’t earn a kobo here.

I managed to do what I was supposed to do with the clothes and went in to change up so I can return back to the shop despite the rain was still pouring but Patrick stopped me on the way…..

To Be Continued.