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Misery of life (part 1)
Life can be quite unfair and miserable, here's a girl who tells her sad story.
l came from a very poor home. My parents, being too old and having the number of children they had could not cater sufficiently for the family. I was the tenth in a family that had twelve children. The available resources were grossly inadequate and we faced so many handicaps. So, I saw it as a great relief when at the age of fourteen I was told to accompany a distant relation whom I had only known as Aunty Melanie to the city.
To say that Aunty Melanie was a wicked woman was even an understatement. She was in fact the devil personified. She treated me like a slave and for very minor offences such as not rinsing a plate well after washing, she would beat me severely and most times I had to be rescued by neighbors during such sessions. These beatings often left injuries on several parts of my body and I would have sad stories to tell many days after.
Aunty Melanie's husband, on the other hand, was extremely nice to me. He always gave me food and money when my Aunty was not at home. He bought clothes for me and virtually made up for my Aunty's wickedness. I always thanked him profusely and secretly prayed to God to bless him with every good thing in life. He was a very kind man.
I never knew my Aunty's husband had different thoughts in his mind. I was later to learn that his kindness was pregnant. I observed he looked at me unusually. On two occasions he had opened the bathroom door while I was taking my bath. In fact one of the occasions he said he had come to look for his shaver, but we all knew that the shaver was never kept in the guest bathroom. At first, I never attached any importance to these issues. I regarded him as a father and felt it was not a serious matter if he saw my nakedness. The whole matter became clearer to me the day my Aunty traveled to the village. That night he called me and requested that I should bring a glass of cold water to his room. When I got in, he ignored the glass I handed over to him and grabbed me. I tried to shout .....
And the story continues.
Find out what happens in the next part.
l came from a very poor home. My parents, being too old and having the number of children they had could not cater sufficiently for the family. I was the tenth in a family that had twelve children. The available resources were grossly inadequate and we faced so many handicaps. So, I saw it as a great relief when at the age of fourteen I was told to accompany a distant relation whom I had only known as Aunty Melanie to the city.
To say that Aunty Melanie was a wicked woman was even an understatement. She was in fact the devil personified. She treated me like a slave and for very minor offences such as not rinsing a plate well after washing, she would beat me severely and most times I had to be rescued by neighbors during such sessions. These beatings often left injuries on several parts of my body and I would have sad stories to tell many days after.
Aunty Melanie's husband, on the other hand, was extremely nice to me. He always gave me food and money when my Aunty was not at home. He bought clothes for me and virtually made up for my Aunty's wickedness. I always thanked him profusely and secretly prayed to God to bless him with every good thing in life. He was a very kind man.
I never knew my Aunty's husband had different thoughts in his mind. I was later to learn that his kindness was pregnant. I observed he looked at me unusually. On two occasions he had opened the bathroom door while I was taking my bath. In fact one of the occasions he said he had come to look for his shaver, but we all knew that the shaver was never kept in the guest bathroom. At first, I never attached any importance to these issues. I regarded him as a father and felt it was not a serious matter if he saw my nakedness. The whole matter became clearer to me the day my Aunty traveled to the village. That night he called me and requested that I should bring a glass of cold water to his room. When I got in, he ignored the glass I handed over to him and grabbed me. I tried to shout .....
And the story continues.
Find out what happens in the next part.
