THE HOUSE GIRL Copyright © Ufuomaee PART FOUR “Osinachi, what’s the matter with you?!” “Donald, I did it for us!” “NO! No! You did this for yourself! How could you plan this without me?” “It wasn’t like that, Baby…” “Don’t! Don’t Baby me… I don’t even know who you are anymore.
THE HOUSE GIRL Copyright © Ufuomaee PART THREE It had been a long night for Osinachi. She’d arrived in Lagos around 8pm and had headed straight to the hospital. Her sister had given her the details for the room they had booked, and she was shown the way at the
THE HOUSE GIRL Copyright © Ufuomaee PART TWO Chinyere was singing as she scrubbed the bathroom tub. She was so happy because, earlier that week, her lesson teacher had informed her that she’d passed the mock exams he had given her the previous week, and she would be able to
THE HOUSE GIRL Copyright © Ufuomaee PART ONE March, 2003. Garki District, Abuja. “Chinyere! Chinyere!” Madam’s shrill voice sounded in the air, causing the house girl to raise her head slowly and rise up from her task of washing Madam’s lace wrappers and beaded blouses, which she always demanded were