Melancholy...

CHAPTER 4

Wednesdays, Wednesdays....Oh how I hate Wednesdays.Not only did I have to make the dreadful walk to that bastard's house on Wednesdays and Saturdays,but on these two days the sun would not stop scorching. Like damn! Give me a break Sis. I know you are probably thinking "okay but why are you going to his house anyway?"

Guess what?

I work for him. Yes,I work for my ex-father as a part time house help. Before you start getting mad, let me just give you a gist of how I got myself entangled in this mess.

FLASHBACK
The smile in my face seemed to never disappear as I walked to my new boss's house. I couldn't help but thank Mama's friend who had managed to work this out for me. Apparently,someone needed a part time house help to work on Saturdays and Wednesdays(and also in case of emergency situations) for 500 Ghana cedis a month. Like I mean,who wouldn't want that? The smile on my face got bigger as I thought of how things were starting to get better. I looked down at the paper in my hand with the address on it and looked at the house in front of me. "This is it" I thought excitedly as I smoothened my blue blouse. I had practiced almost everything I will say the night before and I believed that I would get the job. Through the metal fences,I could see a face that looked some what familiar. As the face got closer,realisation struck me. That was the man I used to call father.
END OF FLASHBACK.

The anger I feel whenever I think of how I got myself entangled in this mess hasn't subsided at all even though ive been working for him for over a year now. I really did need the money so I took the job, promising myself to let go as soon as I found another job. But that was difficult because as stated earlier ,I did not complete my basic education which made finding a well-paid and decent job impossible. So many people suggested that I work as a sex worker or stripper as I had a firm buttocks and some sizeable breasts,but I knew better than to use poverty as an excuse to be stupid. My mother, of course, was very skeptical of me working for him. But I mean, what could she do? Her medications were getting expensive and my sisters were getting sacked from school almost every day because they had not paid their fees. We both knew that selling on the streets could not earn me that much money and I had to take the opportunity that came my way. After all ,a beggar has no choice, right?

Putting my thoughts together and hoping that the day goes fast, I rang the doorbell and Baba, the forty something year old gateman he had employed a week after he employed me opened the gate, his smile wide as usual. Returning the smile, I looked around quickly and sighed in relief. The bastard's car was not around which meant he had left for work already. I quickly got to work, you know, the usual things like cleaning the rooms, scrubbing, washing the clothes, dishes and all that.

Soon, it was 4pm. Usually,the bastard called around this time to tell me what he wanted to eat and how many people I should cook the food for. But today, he hadn't called and I was not worried at all. I would have left since I was done with my work, but I had to wait for him because it was the end of the month already and your girl needed her money. Around 6pm,I heard a car driving in followed by a few greetings signaling that the bastard was home.From my place in the kitchen,I heard a shrill laughter and knew that the bastard had brought home another girl.

Things were about to get interesting.

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