The House Girl – Part Thirteen

THE HOUSE GIRL Copyright © Ufuomaee PART THIRTEEN Donald and Ms Ebuka were let back into the room, when the baby was delivered.  Chinyere was still crying and hadn’t been able to say anything.  Osinachi was sitting down on a visitor’s chair looking very confused. “Hey, what’s going on?!  Is the

The House Girl – Part Twelve

THE HOUSE GIRL Copyright © Ufuomaee PART TWELVE January 2004.  Kuje District, Abuja. Chinyere was depressed.  Her life was not her own.  She felt so out of touch with what was happening to her…and in her body.  The unwanted intrusion that was a life growing within, which she had no power

The House Girl – Part Eleven

THE HOUSE GIRL Copyright © Ufuomaee PART ELEVEN “How’s your day going?” Those four words were as “I love you” to Osinachi.  Donald didn’t say those three amazing words often, but whenever he sought to communicate with her and find out how she was doing and feeling, and made the effort

The House Girl – Part Ten

THE HOUSE GIRL Copyright © Ufuomaee PART TEN It had been a month since that horrible day, when Mrs Peterson had thrown her out of her home.  Only Chinyere knew the hell she had suffered that day before she’d made it to her aunty’s place in Abuja.  She’d initially thought of

The House Girl – Part Nine

THE HOUSE GIRL Copyright © Ufuomaee PART NINE Donald could hear the sirens from a mile away.  He looked out of his bedroom window and saw the police cars as they drove on his street and parked outside his house.  They were here!  Ms Ebuka had called the police! Donald panicked.