Senorita the Lagos Chick
A girl comes to the famous city of Lagos, without a certificate, a falsified name and an unbelievable character. Let's see how she'll turn out eventually.
Monday, August 4, 2014
Relocation!
Hey Guys,
I'm pleased to inform you that Senorita the Lagos Chick has been moved to Adaezewrites.com
I have placed my stories together in one site, so for the next post on Senorita the Lagos Chick which will be on Wednesday, please go to the new site, adaezewrites.com
Thank You
Click: adaezewrites.com
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Revolution + Senorita's Fall!
The Revolution
Hey Guys,
Hey Guys,
I am excited to say that in no time, my new site adaezewrites.com will be launched.
adaezewrites.com boasts of an unstoppable flow of stories that will keep you at the edge of your seats all day. For this new site, each day will have a new post on different stories. I am launching this site so that all my works can be merged together as one. With this site, everyone can enjoy their favourite stories at just the click of a button. On the picture below is a preview of my header. Hopefully, soon, you will be directed to adaezewrites.com for all your lovely stories.
adaezewrites.com boasts of an unstoppable flow of stories that will keep you at the edge of your seats all day. For this new site, each day will have a new post on different stories. I am launching this site so that all my works can be merged together as one. With this site, everyone can enjoy their favourite stories at just the click of a button. On the picture below is a preview of my header. Hopefully, soon, you will be directed to adaezewrites.com for all your lovely stories.
Here's a rough sketch of the categories section:
There will be a Home page with all the posts of the day, the life of a very funky naija teenager which I have changed to Life of funky naija teens, Frank Tuesday which I introduced recently, Senorita the Lagos chick, Reviews, and finally, Wife Material, a new addition to my weekly stories. I have separated each to suit the five working days of the week.
There will be a Home page with all the posts of the day, the life of a very funky naija teenager which I have changed to Life of funky naija teens, Frank Tuesday which I introduced recently, Senorita the Lagos chick, Reviews, and finally, Wife Material, a new addition to my weekly stories. I have separated each to suit the five working days of the week.
Mondays: Expect the post for Life of Funky Naija Teens( which has all the stories of your favourite teens.)
Tuesdays: Expect the post for Frank Tuesday.
Wednesdays: Get your dose of Senorita The Lagos Chick
Thursdays: Reviews (which is a new section of products, sponsored or reviewed by me.)
Fridays: Will have my newest and most exciting addition,Wife Material ( It's a surprise package...click and see)
On the side bar will have a 'Book of The Week Section' where I'll place my favourite book of the week. Either chosen by me or by you the reader (I'm doing this to support Nigerian/African young authors who would like to use my blog as a platform to advertise their books.)
On the side bar will have a 'Book of The Week Section' where I'll place my favourite book of the week. Either chosen by me or by you the reader (I'm doing this to support Nigerian/African young authors who would like to use my blog as a platform to advertise their books.)
I hope you enjoy my new site and everything that I added. Remember that I couldn't have done this without your suggestions, help, prayers, support and your views. I am so grateful to each one of you for reading and commenting and I hope that this new change makes you as happy as it has made me.
Thank You for reading my stories and I pray that God will bless and water your paths with so much success. Amen.
Best Wishes...
Ada.
Senorita's Fall!
Senorita's Fall!
*****
“She has fainted, revive her
quick!” I heard one of the girls say.
"Bring water…be quick…run run…”
Shouted another of the girls.
Madame was trying hard to keep
her cool, I could tell that she was pacing around the sitting room.
“Madame, what do we do? She’s
not getting up.” Said Chi, who had taken care of me these past few days.
“We cannot lose another recruit…No
way! I have inflicted Fola with madness by breaking our cord but losing this
one in the process, no way!” Madame shouted.
They brought water and poured
it on me and I held my breath. Thanks to the swimming exercises I had taken in
my village, I didn’t move a muscle when they poured the chilled water on me.
“She isn't responding …” Cried
Chi
I felt sorry for her, she really sounded pained but I had
made up my mind not to wake up. I saw what happened to Fola and I would not let
myself enter a bigger fry pan than I’m used to. I know that the money swayed me
at first and if I had a chance, I’ll go to the strong room and cart away with
the bundles but I have to stay still, till I get the chance to escape.
“Madame, why don’t we take her
to the hospital?” One of the girls suggested.
“No way! I won’t do that…she
can't be tied back to me, the police are searching for me as it seems and
everything that I have built. Sending her to the hospital will only have her
confess to everyone who cares to hear about what went on here. I had the woman who brought her here, killed and after what happened to Fola, I don’t think I
want her out of our sight.”
I remembered Awero and
sighed…and the sigh came out a bit louder than I expected.
“Wait…I just heard her sigh…is
she awake?” Asked Chi.
“I heard nothing ooo…” Said
another girl.
“I heard her sigh…I can swear
it.” Chi said.
They were all silent for a
while and I could not decipher what they were doing since my eyes were closed. I
was tempted to open my eyes a little to see what they were doing but if I did,
they would catch me. Later, I heard whispers and movements then unexpectedly, I was lifted up
from the floor, I almost sucked in a breath but held myself . Suddenly, I heard Madame’s voice.
“Take her to the nearest hospital and send me feedback.” Madame said
with a very queer concern in her voice.
A door opened and I was carried
outside, I could feel the wind caress my cheek and the
warm sunlight that bathed my skin. I instantly knew that I needed to be outside
again, free and exploring the Lagos life.
I almost applauded myself at
this juncture, I relaxed and almost smiled at my cleverness. The hands that
carried me suddenly placed me down on the ground. Then I heard their voices,
“Let us go into the house and
get the keys to the bus.” Said one of them, it was a man.
“Aha…why didn’t you bring out
the key? Which of the buses are we taking? We have to take her to the hospital
soon or something else might happen to her.” Said another male voice.
"Let's go into the house together and get the key." Said the first.
"Is that a good idea?" Asked the second.
"What can an almost dead girl do? Abegi...let's go." Said the first.
I heard their footsteps as they
left me alone. My heart beat so fast that suddenly I opened one eye and then
the next. There was no one around so I quietly and carefully turned my neck,
there was no one in sight. Jumping up from the ground as though my life
depended on it, I contemplated on the next step to take.
They had fallen for my
faint stunt and I had to leave the house immediately. It was my first time
standing in Madame’s compound in the day time, the last time, I was with Awero and it was
during night time. I had no trouble finding the gate and I ran towards it and
even though there was no security at the gate, it was locked. I looked up at the
fence, it was very tall but I was an expert in scaling and in no time, I had
found myself at the top of the walls.
That was when the alarm rung!
The loud shrill of the alarm could wake the dead and I was too shocked for
words. Suddenly, Madame, her bodyguards and the girls ran out of the house and
hurried towards me. Fear gripped me like a padlock, I turned to the other side
and saw just at the ground below the fence, three dogs barking at me with ferocity. I didn’t know
what to do. Madame and the girls had reached the fence and they were all
laughing.
“You thought you could fool us
right?” Madame laughed.
“There’s no turning back, you
either fall in or fall out and you know the consequences…” Said Chi in anger.
“You little liar! I have never
seen a girl with so much stupidity in my life but I guess I’m the more stupid one of
the both of us. I still want you in my team. This is a residential area and
even though a lot of people have gone to work, no one will notice you. Everyone
will think that you’re a thief. I can’t believe you almost tricked me if not
for Chi’s observation when she heard you sigh. You either get in here or out!And when you get out, those blood thirsty hounds will tear you to shreds.” Shouted
Madame.
I stared at them, and turned
back to look at the dogs that were barking loudly and baring ugly sharp teeth. Madame had indeed spoken the
truth, not one neighbour peeped out of their gate, the area was very peaceful and
quiet. I was stuck, I couldn't fall either left or right!
Wednesday, July 23, 2014
Execution!
Early the next day, I was taken to a very large sitting
room and for the first time in my life I was staring at more than fifty
beautiful ladies. My mouth hung agape as they tried hard not to look at me, I
didn't really know what was going on, all I knew was, I had to join these
ladies, even if it was the last thing I ever did.
The door to the on of the rooms opened and two ladies walked
out followed by Fola who was striped naked and who had her hands bound in a
thick rope. She stared at the ground careful not to look at anyone and I sensed
her fear, today was her judgement day. Another door opened and Madame stepped
out in an all white outfit. She looked like a queen and I instantly became
afraid as well, I really didn't understand what I had gotten Fola into.
Immediately Madame stepped out, all the ladies fell to the ground in prostrate,
it was as though she really was queen of their world, I too fell in prostrate
as well, I did as they did.
Fola was pushed to the middle of the circle we had made and
she fell to the ground on her knees. Madame looked at her angrily and spoke;
"You have betrayed us...you have betrayed out
trust."
"I am sorry Madame. You have done so much for me and I
really enjoyed serving you but I didn't...I couldn't. I realized that the new
girl didn't understand what she was getting into that was why I had to try to
let her escape. If only I knew that she wasn't interested in leaving!"
Fola said quietly.
"You know what comes with your actions...disgrace! All
your properties seized! You will be thrown out into the streets, naked as the
day you came." Madame shouted.
"Mercy Madame, please forgive me. My family have lived
the life of comfort for too long and I can't let anything destroy their
happiness. Whatever you ask, I will do. Kill me if you must but don't let your
anger burn my family especially my mother." Fola cried.
"I won't spill more blood on my hands, I am not
interested in killing you. You would have pulled off your plan unsuspectingly
if the girl Senorita didn't speak up or alert everyone to your deeds."
Madame said.
As soon as I heard my name, I felt obliged to speak.
"Madam...na God oo...I for run comot with am if not for
de money wey I see for inside room..." I started.
"Will you shut that dirty mouth of yours?" Madame
barked at me.
"My mouth? E nor dorty na...abi I brush am dis
morning." I continue.
The other ladies look at me in shock, they wondered how i
could speak to Madame with no iota of fear.
“Can someone slap this twart’s face?” Madame thundered.
One of the ladies beside me hammered me with a resounding
slap. I was taken aback, I turned back to the lady and slapped her.
“How you go slap me? Na wetin she talk you must to do? Who
you be sef?” I panted.
The lady stared at me in surprise and turned to look at the
Madame in question.
“We only brought you out here to testify, that’s all, and
not to talk when you’re not spoken to.”Madame said.
“You suppose happy say I dey talk…for my village pesin nor
dey hia my voice. Na so I go just quiet like sheep.” I said.
Madame rolled her eyes in exasperation and continued
speaking to Fola, ignoring me completely.
“If you had a problem with a customer, all you had to do was
inform me and I’ll take care of it. You shouldn't have told Chi about it and
plotted to take my new recruit from me. For this, I am cutting your ties from
this sisterhood for good.” Said Madame who brought out a scissors from her
pocket and walked up to Fola. Taking Fola’s hands in her hand, she cut loose
the ropes that bound her.
In that instant, Fola fell to the floor in a heap and after
a while, stood up, her eyes looked glazed and spittle rolled down the sides of
her mouth. Fola suddenly shrieked in laughter and ran round the room, she had run mad.
Some guards walked in at that point and took her away.
There was complete silence as everyone shivered in fear, ‘how
did Madame do that?’ I thought to myself. Immediately I started shaking like a
leaf and felt sweat trickle down my spine. Madame turned to us.
“This is the beginning and the end of your journey.
Disappoint me and get the treatment of a dog, impress me and get everything you
want, cars, houses, luxury, gifts…everything. Anyone else that goes behind my
back after taking the oath will run mad in the streets of Lagos till she’s
dead. Do I make myself clear?”
‘Yes Madame.” Everyone replied.
Turning to the two girls who had brought in Fola into the
room, she said;
“Follow up on my lawyer, have him prepare to confiscate Fola’s
properties. Her family must be out on the streets by noon tomorrow.”
The girls nodded and Madame continued.
“As for the new girl, Senorita, get her prepared for the
oath. She joins us officially today.”
Immediately those
words left her mouth, I fell to the ground in a dead faint.
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
Frank Tuesday- Our Gifts
Just yesterday, after church, I saw a proud mother introducing her little son to a friend as her 'future lawyer'. It was cute, and I was impressed that she could dream 'big' for her son yet, something else struck me. Why was she planning his future for him at such an early stage? The boy shouldn't be more than two or three yet his mother already knew what she wanted him to be in the future. My mind zeroed in on many parents I have met and I realized that some parents are the ones who make choices for their kids and vice versa. Let's look into Chinenye's rants with Timilehin at the assembly ground in the just concluded episode of 'Ruined' (Just In case you missed it: http://lifeofaveryfunkynaijateenager.blogspot.com/2014/07/ruined.html/ )
Chinenye has a talent or would I call it a gift, which is, to make clothes but her parents feel that being an Economist is better. Don't get me wrong, every parent wants the best for their child but when their 'so called' best is killing the child's dreams or gift, then they have to stop. I've seen instances of parents relieving their dreams in their children or threatening to stop paying their kids school fees all because they are not studying the courses of their choice.
I could remember that while growing up, I was quite the rambunctious one. I drew all over the place, painted a lot and wrote cartoons in papers and tore pieces of papers. My room was filled on a daily basis with short stories and cartoon drawings, all done by me. Even after my parents begged me to stop littering the house with my write-ups and pieces of paper, I never stopped, I wanted to but I couldn't, it's how I was created. Even in school, while the teacher would be teaching, I'll turn to the back of my book and draw cartoons or write short stories. Along the line, my mom discovered that I was really good at writing and encouraged me, my parents spurred my gift and here I am today.
Surprisingly, when I grew older, I would write stories and place them in my locker in school and whenever someone read it and asked me if I was the one, I felt too ashamed to say that I wrote it. Even when my teacher in school gave me a zero score in an essay homework because she believed I wasn't brilliant enough to write an exceptional essay. I actually thought she was right till my mom paid a visit to the school and you know what that means...lol.
In summary, life isn't the way it used to be back in the days. When kids sang career songs and aspired to be doctors, lawyers, engineers, accountants e.t.c. Now, things have changed, everyone has a gift or even multiple gifts and no one should kill the talent of his or her child with their cravings or desires.
I do hope Chinenye is given a chance to do what she loves, even though I'm not going to write further on her story. Fashion is big in Nigeria now and with the likes of Mai Atafo, Lanre Da Silva, Jewel by Lisa, Iconic Invanity, Okunoren Twins, the list goes on, there's real money to be made and most of all, satisfaction. After all, your'e doing what you are 'gifted' to do.
I feel that the mother in my first story felt it's her duty to say what she wants her son to be 'anyway, he's after all, her son' but wouldn't it be nice to see parents watch their children closely and see what they are really good at?
I'll leave it at that...
Thanks for reading and sit tight for Senorita's escapade tomorrow.
Note: There's good news, I'll be launching a site soon and this means that all my blogs will be merged together (Thanks to Fab Melody for the wonderful suggestion). This means that I'll be introducing new series with more exciting episodes. Thank you all for your comments and views, you guys are the reason, I'm still writing. God bless you.
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Frank Tuesday-Getting To Know Me!
I know no one is expecting a post from me today but...well..here's one. I've decided to start a 'Frank Tuesday' which is practically, writing about everything. From myself to what I do, products I use, products I think you should try out, events, books, movies and many more.
Today, I'll talk about myself and how I coped with the nasty pimples that invaded my face-space a few months ago.
I am light skinned and have an oily face which is really not a good thing. My skin is dry and my face is badly oily that even after using a face wash, I can still feel oils pushing through to my skin.
So, about two months ago, I had this epic spots breakthrough on my face...when I say spots, I mean black, red and what have you. Now, I really had to fight this spot because really, it was turning my face into a war zone. I called my friend who has incredible skin and asked her what to use and she went to town on loads of stuff.
"Use Dudu Osun soap on your face, don't pop your pimps, mix epiderm and cortisone every night, rub on your face and your spots will disappear."
I was so excited and raided the stores, looking for all she told me to buy. I bought them quickly and followed her regimen. 'For where?' I seemed to grow more spots. Did I add that she told me not to pop the pimple?
I continued this for a month and my face turned Badoooo on me, I mean, I had like huge spots, irritation and this big ...I don't know what to call it...on my face till date.
I picked up the phone, called my friend and bawled, like really bawled my eyes out to her and she was like, "that's what I use and I'm sure you're not doing it the proper way or maybe your skin is super sensitive." We sha... moved on and chatted on other stuff like her new hair regimen (she's growing dreads) and her new job (she's a big-time make-up artist).
So just last week, I got to work really early and you know how it is when you rush out of bed at 5am and have your bath then rush off to the car then zoom. So I got to work at about seven ish and decided to make up. I almost threw myself a pity party! My face was a mess.
Throwing all caution to the wind, I started popping all those nasty pimples, I popped and popped and cringed when I saw the hideous stuff crawling out of my face. When I was done, I took a shawl, hid my face in it and minded my business (I didn't want to entertain 'Ah...Ada what's up with the face?) question.
Now to the main story and how I got rid of the useless pimples and spots.
Over the weekend, I steamed my face with hot water: (After boiling water, pour into a bowl, place in a towel and gently dab your face. It's hot ooo...so be careful)
(Before)
I apologize for this photo, it's the only one I took after using my remedy plus it was night too, hence the darkness lol.
After that, I wore a pair of clean socks over my hands and popped the life out of the pimples on my face.
When I was done, I washed my face and used my newest potion 'Dr Miracle Acne Wash'
and waited for about thirty minutes then I washed off. After this, I scrubbed my face and washed off again then went back to my mirror to see what's up.
My face was remarkably clear. I hope I keep this up tho...
(After)
Frosh face...well, almost!
Note: This was the remedy that worked for my face. My friend's remedy didn't work on mine because I kinda realized that we have different skin types.
Thanks for reading and please say if you like the 'Frank Tuesday' section. I would have created another blog for it but, my blogs are getting too much and soon, blogger would start complaining.
I'm also planning on adding new sections during the week, something that would maybe keep the blog busy till I post new episodes of the 'Funky Naija Teenager and Senorita the Lagos Chick.' I'd also appreciate suggestions for new sections.
*Do you have any pimple story? Please share with us. Thank you.*
God bless...
xoxo Ada...
Monday, July 14, 2014
In Or Not?
I was sound asleep when I heard
the door open and someone sneak into the room. I felt a hand clamp my mouth
shut and I opened my eyes wide but couldn’t see anything because the room was
dark. However, I felt someone close to me.
“Shhh…it’s me. I couldn’t
sleep…I had to do right by my conscience.” A female voice which I recognized as
Fola’s whispered.
“Hmm…” I moaned.
“I will remove my hand from
your mouth but you have to promise me not to scream. I am in enough trouble as
it is, I do not want you to step into our shoes, it’s not the most comfortable
option.” Said Fola.
I nodded, hardly understanding
the grammar she spoke but knowing that she wanted to help me escape as she had
said to Chi earlier in the day. She removed her hand from my mouth and I stood
up from the bed. My legs still ached from the pricks of the bottles which had
pierced my feet some weeks ago and I limped behind her as we left the room. I
realized that Madame’s house was so large by the time we had tiptoed through
different passage ways and had not still left the house. Fola placed her finger
on her lips and motioned that do not say a word and I nodded in compliance. We
had just crossed to another passage way when one of the doors to the numerous rooms
opened and Fola hurriedly opened a nearby room door and shoved me inside. I
landed in a large pile of bundles and I wondered what that was but since the
light was turned off, I didn’t know what it was. I heard voices coming from the
passage and I was able to hear what was said.
“Fola…what are you doing up at
this time of the night? What are you doing in our section?” A female voice
asked.
“Tonia…I am so sorry my
footsteps woke you up. My phone has been misbehaving lately and the service has
been poor. I was looking for where to get better network.” Fola answered,
feigning a yawn.
“Okay…these service providers
sha. But come ooo…so Madame let you hold on to a phone. She seized mine and
some of the girls when she found out that men were contacting us behind her
back.” The girl confided.
“Really? How come I did not
hear of that?”
“Well…that’s why I don’t have a
phone now. But you know…Madame’s prices are too high. She charges these men a
whole lot for our services and they complain. She doesn't even let us spend
extra time with them, once our time is up, the guards take us away.”
“Well, that hasn’t been my
case. Madame gave me permission to take anyone of her cars out of the compound
so, I have been doing her business on my watch.”
“Lucky you! Wow you’re a big
chic. I pray to be promoted to your level ooo. How’s your mom?”
“She’s fine, I built her a
house in the village so, she’s there now.” Fola said.
My eyes widened in shock. So Madame
has been enriching these girls lives and now, Fola didn’t want me to benefit
from it. Slowly I rose from the bundle and walked to the door, straining to
hear what was said. The room was too dark so using my hands I felt for the light socket, it was placed on the wall to my right. I located the switch and turned
on the light, the room was instantly flooded in brightness. I opened my mouth
in shock as I stared about the room. From the top of the walls to the bottom
were huge bundles of notes, ranging from foreign to Nigerian currency.
I clamped my mouth shut with my hands to stop myself from screaming.
“So dis na wetin dis yeye gial
no want make I chop…chei people wicked sha ooo.” I whisper.
I turn about again and stare at
the room in amazement, the money in the room was more than enough to reform my
village. I screamed aloud and pushing open the door, I run out of the room.
Words could not express the shocking expression on Fola and Tonia's face as they saw me.
“Chei…na so you wan chop leave
me abi? I go show you say, two fit play dis game.” I yell at Fola.
"What are you talking about? Who are you?" Fola asked, acting as though she didn't know me.
"Who is she? What is she doing in our mini strong room? No one enters there." Tonia said, sounding more shocked.
"Ahhhh na dis Fola geh ooo...she waka come meet Chi for afternoon, she talk say she wan helep me escape. Na so she come carry me wen I dey sleep..." I say, pointing at Fola.
"Fola...do you know this girl? What is she talking about?" Tonia asks in anger.
"No I don't...I've...never seen her in my life." Fola stammered.
"How does she know your name? You are in trouble...you are in deep shit!" Tonia declared.
The doors to the rooms opened and different sizes of ladies flooded out to the corridor, some guards came as well and everyone looked more shocked than the other.
“Fola want carry me
comot from dis kain chopito. You don jam today…ya plan don enter voice mail…” I continue screaming at Fola and clapping my hands. “Help ooo….make
una come carry me ooo…I wan join una, if na dis kain money una dey make, I want
am ooo. Me wan build better house for my mama for village ooo.” I scream aloud.
Fola knew her bubble had burst, immediately she tries to run but was caught by
the hefty thugs.
I was quickly led away by three ladies who were whispering amongst themselves that they had to take me to Madame.
“I wan join una…abeg carry me
go take oath ooo…I wan swear! I must swear today!” I yell.
Wednesday, July 9, 2014
Strange Truth!
I didn’t count the days, all I
knew was, at a certain point, I was dragged out of the tub of water, dried off, dressed in good clothes and had my short hair combed till I felt it would pull out of
its roots. A young girl Chijioke, was with me all the time as she fed me,
clothed me and made sure I was rested. Everything happened in a blur and
somehow, I didn’t understand myself anymore or my body changes, it felt like I
was being drugged or intoxicated. I smiled at every whim and stopped
protesting, instead I made myself feel at home. One day, as I was sound asleep
with only Chijioke as a companion, the door was pushed open quite roughly as
someone stumbled in.
“Chi…e don happen ooo.” The
voice cried, it belonged to a female.
“Shhhh…don’t speak pidgin…I
don’t want us getting into trouble. What happened?” Chi asked the girl in a
confused voice.
“That …that bastard…that good
for nothing Alhaji…he…he…” The girl started and choked in tears.
“What did he do to you? Didn't you take a guard with you?” Chi asked.
“I have been with that bastard
for over six months now so I felt I didn’t need the protection. I was wrong, he
is a pig…a goat…a buffalo…an idiot…God will punish him…” The girl continued
cursing.
“Fola…calm down, and please
keep your voice down, the new recruit is asleep…don’t wake her up with your
noise.” Chi cautioned.
“Poor girl, she doesn't know
what she’s gotten herself into…how I wish I turned back the day my mother brought me here. We are suffering ooo…let’s stop deceiving ourselves. We are
high class prostitutes who are used by big men at will and …oh God!” The girl
started and broke down in tears.
Chi ran to hold her in her
arms.
“Shhh…please don’t let Madame
get angry with me. Your noise is too much and even though I had the new recruit
drugged, she could wake up at anytime.” Chi said.
In flinched at her words,
‘drugged?’ I said to myself, what did it mean? ‘Drugs na medicine na?’ I said
inwardly. Then, I instantly knew, all the medications I have been receiving,
the food, the drinks, everything had drugs laced in, all for me to stop causing a fuss.
“I want to take my life…I want
to die…I can’t continue this way…no way!” Fola stamped her foot on the ground
and made moan-like sounds in her throat.
“Tell me, what did he do?
Please tell me…” Chi pleaded.
“He…he.” Fola started but later
dragged Chi closer and whispered into her ears.
“What?” Chi shouted,
disregarding the warning she had given Fola earlier about shouting.
“Yes…he did that and many more
to me…Chi, I cannot let another girl live this kind of life. I need to stop
this or else…” Fola continued.
“I can’t believe he did that! O
my God! Please go and tell Madame…”
“What? So that she’ll throw her
nose up in the air and tell me that she warned me never to go without an
escort? I admit that Madame helped relieve me from poverty but how much better
am I now that I’m here?” Fola said and referring to me, she said “Has she taken
the oath yet?”
“No… she hasn’t yet.” Chijoke answered quietly.
“Then she can actually leave
before things get worse for her. As soon as she takes the oath, it’s over, all
over!”
“No way! Madame proposes to
send her to Italy. Look at her, she’s so pretty and she has the finest skin
even after living a ratchet life and all. Do you know she murmurs about the encounters she went through on the street in her sleep? I have never seen Madame so invested in
anyone like this girl. I practically eat, breathe and sleep with her, she is like
a mini Queen. Madame knows that this girl is on huge money bag. Big time!”
As I feigned sleep, my heart
pumped in fear. One thing is certain, whatever that Alhaji did to Fola was bad,
really bad and I wasn't ready to be a part of it or anything associated with
it. At that moment, I really wished my mother was a witch or possessed some
kind of supernatural powers to save me. Inwardly I screamed;
“Mama ehhhh…abeg join witchcraft make you come
carry me fly comot from hia ooo…dem wan use me do juju.”
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