“good-day DAD” i greeted fearfully as he
approached me, but he simply gave me a
terrible look, spat and shook his head, “you
are no daughter of mine, you are a big
disgrace to my family, just look at yourself
and what you have done to your future” he
muttered with an angry tone, walked into
Mum’s shop cursing angrily. I was
extremely disheartened and downcasted.
“dear lord open up the earth and swallow
me, please” i knelt and cried.
People passed by and watched me silently,
some laughed, some murmured inaudible
words, some scoffed, some sighed in pity,
some shrugged and cursed my parents, but
none came forward to help me. Not even
my younger sisters.
By 4pm that fateful day, i returned to my
landlady’s shop with a broken spirit and a
weak body. There were tears in her eyes as
she saw me walk in. She quickly offered me
a chair before giving me a plate of rice.
‘Oh i really would have died that fateful day
if not for her’.
I can never forget all she did for me. Our
land-lady fondly called Mama Joy by
everyone who knew her was a very kind
hearted old woman, who managed to raise
her three children all alone with the little
profit she made from the small street
corner “food-Joint” she owned. Her husband
{our landlord} was just a well known
drunkard and gambler who spent all the
money he made from his old house, drinking
and gambling. He really made ‘pool
promoters and agents’ very wealthy with his
stupidity.
Mama Joy was thus forced to fight for her
children alone, perhaps that was the main
reason she felt and understood my plight.
“don’t worry my dear, i’ll talk to Nnamdi
when he returns this evening, i really don’t
understand men nor boys of nowadays” she
assured me as i ate with a broken spirit.
“what will i do if Nnamdi refuses to listen to
her” i wondered fearfully, “perhaps Mama
Joy will allow me work for her” i reasoned
with a dry smile, “but where will i be
sleeping” i asked myself sorrowfully.
I really was very worried as we waited for
Nnamdi to show up that fateful day. But to
my extreme surprise, he came home by
9:30pm, dragging a young strange woman
who looked like a w---e with him. I was
broken hearted, dejected and in tears.
Mama Joy simply shrugged and held me.
“that’s some of the things we poor women
face in life, don’t let it bother you” she
calmly advised. But something deep down
told me i had lost Nnamdi forever.
The little hopes i had were dashed that
moment.
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