NOT ME…chapter 1
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…what kind of life is this,? why do I always get this unfriendly and disgusting Starr ,why do I always get rejected and accuse wrongly at the edge of break through,,, what is my problem,, I am not the best person on earth but certainly not the worse either,,,,what wrong did I commit in my life or life before that life has to be this hard on my family and I….
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I am a young girl of 20,trying so much to make earns meet,,, I am an only child of Mr am Mrs clement…my father is a carpenter, but hardly gets jobs,my mother On the order hand is a tailor,she sews few dresses in the front of our house with her single machine…I had managed to finish secondary school, but my parents couldn’t send me to the university, neither where they able to pay for me to learn a trade….
One Mrs Joyce was looking for someone to stay with her,since her only son was based abroad,, she promised to send the person to school,she is based in Lagos,I pleaded with my parent to allow me go,since it will be an opportunity to further my studies,, though they were reluctant, I was able to convince them, and they allowed,,,, soon I was on my way to Lagos with madam Joyce…
We got to her big and beautiful mansion, well decorated with modern facilities,, I was shown my room,it was big and Beautiful,,,, she is a single parents who had lost her husband to the hands of death Years ago,,,,she cared and loved me,she was very nice to me,and I thought life was getting fair,at least I can further my studies for a better tomorrow….
After some months of my stay with madam Joyce, a friend of hers came visiting,,,,she called me out to serve the visitor wine,I came out and greeted the woman respectfully,but she was shocked and surprised to see me,,,madam Joyce noticed,and asked her what the problem was,,,she gave her a sign asking me to leave,,,
You can go in madam Joyce said,yes mam,I left…
After that day she was somehow different from her usual self,I felt probably she was just having a mood swing,but it continued,,, meanwhile i had become a true worshipper with a church around the area, we had a vigil that Friday, I had told her before, I reminded her again that i was going for a vigil and she gave her consent,then i left…
It was a wonderful service,,,, I got home at about 6:30am the next day only to meet madam Joyce at the living room so angry,I had never seen her like that before….
You whore and shame to woman hood,
,,u innocent looking prostitute,
where are you coming from she asked,,,I was shocked to my bones,was she actually using such mean words on me,,,,but I dare not ask,ma I am coming from the church I stuttered… Oh! will you shut up ,I ask for the last time where are you coming from?….
Ma,I am coming from church God knows, you will not use that name in vain,you daughter of Jezebel…. You Hide in the mask of your innocent look,covering in the umbrella of the church, to carry out your evil, bringing shame and reproach to the body of Christ,,,,
Ma,I don’t know what you are talking about….
I huge slap landed my cheek,you would allow me speak and not cut my words,,,I thought you were a nice and well mannered somebody, I was willing to send you to the university come next academic session, not knowing you were a wolf in sheep’s clothing… I stood and wept bitterly, not knowing what to do or say….
You will go inside your room, get those hypocritic clothes you have in there and get out of my house,,,I can never have someone like you with such character and an hypocrite live with me…
I knelt down and held her clothes, ma,please you can’t do this to me,please ma,what ever I have done forgive me,,,please ma,I promise it won’t happen again,please ma,,I beg you in the name of God ,please ma,have mercy on me,she wasn’t listening,she went into my room and throw my bag out, I persisted and begged her,but she called the gate keeper to throw me out of the house….
I found myself walking in the streets of Lagos with no destination in mind,not knowing what i may have done wrong….
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Written by
Rejoice Igbinovia Aluyi
