THE HOUSE GIRL Copyright © Ufuomaee PART SEVEN Osinachi returned home on Thursday morning, as she preferred to return when she knew Donald would be at work. She wasn’t yet ready to see him, and they still hadn’t spoken since she’d left home on Monday. She’d contacted the nanny service to
THE HOUSE GIRL Copyright © Ufuomaee PART SIX Chinwe Ebuka was shocked when she opened her Abuja apartment door at 9:30pm that Monday night to find her niece standing there, unkempt. She opened the door wider to let her in, her thoughts racing as she wondered what could have happened to
THE HOUSE GIRL Copyright © Ufuomaee PART FIVE August 2003. Garki District, Abuja. Osinachi took Monday off to interview a few nannies. Her friends had given her the names of some reputable agencies in Abuja, and she’d contacted them all on Saturday. She was expecting six women to show up for
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