The silence between my madam and her husband lingered so long that at a point I began to pray it doesn’t lead to divorce.
How could I come to terms with myself if I should bring separation between my madam and her husband joined by God.
The thought alone scared me.
Madam and her husband were like two enemies in one house and on different occasions, clashes occurred.
There was one particular saturday that madam wanted me to go to a nearby supermarket and buy provisions for her.
Oga at the same time wanted me to prepare his breakfast first before anyother thing.
Conflict of authority ensued.
“Before I close my eyes and open it, run to the supermarket and buy me those provisions,” my madam ordered.
“If you move an inch I break your head,” the husband countered. “You aren’t going anywhere till you’ve served my breakfast,” the husband affirmed.
Husband and wife stood at crossroads and none was willing to let the other triumph.
I stood at the centre of the whole drama utterly confused. It was then that I realised the authenticity of the proverb that stated that it was difficult if not impossible to serve two masters at the same time.
The drama continued for more than ten minutes before madam had enough and faced the husband.
“Ken, what exactly is your problem?” She asked calling him by the first name.
“Mabel, what exactly is your own problem?” The husband threw back.
“You’re biting more than you can chew in this house,” my madam added.
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“You must be crazy,” the husband thundered. “My friend go and prepare my breakfast,” he added turning towards me.
This time madam didn’t counter the order so I set to work.
Within one hour the breakfast was ready and I served it and then ran off to the supermarket to buy the provisions for madam.
I got to the supermarket within five minutes and found out on getting there that the provision my madam sent me to buy was finished and were yet to replace the stock. So I returned to the house to inform madam about the new development but she barked at me and asked me whether that supermarket was the only supermarket in the neighbourhood.
I went back in search of the provisions in the other supermarkets and it was when I entered one of the supermarkets that my eyes caught one cute guy that came to buy things as well.
I felt the funny butterfly in my tummy and developed feelings instantly.
But then the guy was deeply engrossed in what he was buying and didn’t notice me.
Out of disappointment, I bought the provisions hurriedly and left forgetting my change in the process.
I was deep in thought thinking about the guy and the whole drama when I got to the house and madam demanded for her change.
By then the husband had left the house and went out.
The slap that landed on my face when I couldn’t produce madam’s change was sufficient to kill a one month old baby if not older.
More slaps followed in quick succession and with pain I ran out of the house to get the change.
Tears flowed freely as I ran to get the change.
On the way I passed the cute guy that made me forget my change and he passed me by and took not even a single notice of me.
There wasn’t anything attractive about me so I didn’t necessarily blame him.
My clothes were tattered, my hair un-combed and my footwear were old and worn out.
My tears increased after I passed him by and soon got to the supermarket to retrieve my change.
Then I headed home…