Dona was never the kind of woman to play by the rules. When her father died, leaving behind an empire that many thought was too big for her to handle, she proved them all wrong. She stepped into his shoes without hesitation, determined to command th...
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"Où est-elle?? Cette petite imbécile! Pourquoi la vaisselle n'est-elle pas encore faite?! Marguerite! Marguerite!"
("Where is she?? That little fool! Why haven't the dishes been done, yet?! Margaret! Margaret!")
A starving and exhausted fourteen year old Margaret quickly dragged herself out of bed. She'd spent the whole day doing chores for her ungrateful grandaunt.
And the name "Margaret". Oh how she hated it so much. A name given to her by her horrible grandaunt.
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The petite Margaret was an orphan. Her single mother, Fatou, had birthed her before dying from the complications of labor, minutes later. She had been from a very poor background and had not had the means to go to a hospital or health center to give birth. And so, she ended up giving birth in her own home with the help of her neighbors, just as poor as she was. They were all from this little, rural village in the Republic of Congo.
The baby, to everyone's surprise, came out mixed. Fatou had never told anyone who the father of her child was. What people didn't know was, Fatou had been abused by one of the French "missionaries" who had visited their village to do "good deeds" and "help the poor". She'd been lured by this foreigner who'd promised her food and money, to a place he'd rented.
Knowing that people like Fatou, even in the 21st century– were very naive and illiterate, he used this to his advantage and ended up abusing the young woman, leaving her pregnant and travelling back to his own country. It had left her greatly depressed, probably one of the main reasons she did not fight for life while giving birth. She'd already lost all hope.
After her death, her neighbors and their wives would take care of the baby while one of them travelled all the way to the city to find the only family Fatou had left which was none other than her aunt, a certain Mrs. Aïcha.
Weeks After, the envoyee returned with Mrs. Aïcha.
The neighbors and villagers were relieved when she accepted to take the baby and sponsor Fatou's burial. They were convinced the baby was now in good hands. And after Fatou's burial, Mrs. Aïcha travelled back with the unnamed baby.
Without a single care, Mrs. Aïcha never bothered to get her a birth certificate. After calling her all types of names, Mrs Aïcha randomly began to call her– "Margaret. And just like that, the name stuck.
