Yellow Tales of a Nigerian Housemaid (completed)

Chapter Forty Eight

Hello my beautiful friends. My Apologies but I'm so excited, so I'll have to share this news before continuing.

Earlier this morning, Yellow Tales of a Nigerian Housemaid was ranked #2 in  NonFiction!!!!🙌🙌🙌🙌💃 💃 💃.. You all made it possible! Thank you!!! Okay back to the story 😂
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I screamed pulling the chair backward towards me; and without thinking right, ran around Mma to shield her from the incoming pile. My little push and hysterical run flung Mma away from the metal, while positioning me right below it.  She landed on a safer spot a bit away from where she was standing  seconds ago. Suddenly realising how dangerous where I stood was. I delved instantly for safety, but the pile was faster.

A sharp rusted metal landed on my right arm, digging and slicing deep into it. At that instant, all I felt was a sharp quick pain.

Now fully aware that I wasn't dreaming, I lifted my eyes to see it launched peaceful into my arms, a sharp edge disappearing inside. The metal was shaped like a kite, with the whole body rusted from constant exposure to rainfall and light.

Out of shock I screamed, frantically shaking my hands to get it off, but my little act angered the metal more as it sliced deeper with every frantic shake. Then, I held still.

Carefully holding the other sharp edge, I pulled it out. At first the deep slice was white, but gradually, trickles of red substance began filling it up. Like a sea, the blood oozed out, running a crook line on my hand and splattering on my cream coloured shirt. Mma screamed out in horror, her eyes nearly popping off her socket. I was motionless, watching as a swirl of blood covered the whole of my hand.

Then I began to feel the stinging pain. Gradually, it built up until I felt my right hand going numb.

Mma staggered up. Carefully, she stepped on each metal, her eyes fixated on the ground as she huskily walked over to me. She grabbed my left hand and led me out to a safer spot, my eyes were fixated on the ground while I walked too. Stepping on the metals was the best way to walk around the sharp, dangerous heap scattered all over the ground.

Once on a safe ground, Mma removed her polo and tied it over the wound, to stop the blood from flowing. I still watched the polo intently, and I could feel the wound spot gradually changing color, as it absorbed the blood more.

The right part of my shirt was already covered in red as well as the tip of my skirt, even though the later was less obvious. Mma looked up at me, her eyes filled with apology.

"I'm really sorry. I should have been more careful"

"You were only helping out" I replied a bit tired. She turned away from me, scanning the scraps littered over the place. She turned to her right where the chair had fallen, and moved over to retrieve it. She examined it and was grateful nothing had happened to it. Then she turned to the locker by our far left, which she'd thrown away while trying to dodge the metal clampdown. She trudged towards it, sulking under her breath. Lifting it up, she balanced it on the ground. And we both began to laugh. What was funny?

The locker looked more like a table, now I understand why the owner discarded it. All it had was an upper lid, with no layer below to store books. It had no cover also at the front or rear, as both four corners were open. Apart from these, it was in a good shape except for a shaky stand.

"It's better than nothing" Mma coughed a laughter, and I laughed too. She lifted it up and walked towards me, placing it on the ground beside us. She went over to where the stone and nail was and picked them up before heading back to me. Realising she didn't need a nail, she used the stone to fix the stray nail on the stand, making it firmer again.