“what do i do now?” i sobbed uncontrollably,
“nothing my dear, absolutely nothing” mama Joy calmly replied and held me.
“where do i lay my head tonight? Where do i go from here?” i asked unhappily,
“my dear, do trust in God he alone has control over our destiny, don’t give up” she
calmly advised. But i really was very heart broken and scared, because i knew i was
lost in an unfriendly world where my own family rejected me.
“my husband really won’t tolerate you staying with us, but i hope you can manage
my store {storage room}, it’s very spacious and there is an old mattress in it” she said
to me as i sobbed.
I instantly looked at her hopefully, i never expected her to help me further, thus my
delight and happiness as little hope fell on me.
“you can stay there till you get a better accomodation, you can also come work for
me in my restaurant and make small money for yourself, at least with it you can make
better plans for your future. I just wish i’m a rich woman, i would have helped you more”
she murmured.
“oh don’t bother ma” you have done more than enough for me, something my own
mum couldn’t do” i answered gratefully.
______
That was how i found myself under Mama Joy’s care. I slept in her store at night and
worked in her restaurant during the day. I
worked tirelessy as i tried to discard my
sorrows and earn something decent for
myself. Nnamdi never for a day lifted a finger to help me nor ask of his daughter’s
welfare, even though we do see each other
everyday, Instead he continued making me
jealous by bringing different girls to his room.
His actions pained me alot but i
pretended as if i didn’t care. I held my
pride, suffered silently and never begged.
Three months i suffered and toiled under
Mama Joy’s care, until September when a
good looking middle aged woman who
patronized her restaurant came into my life,
offering to help me raise my child. Her
sweet tongue and behaviour really
convinced me of her good intentions that
without second thoughts, i accepted her
help against Mama Joy’s reservations.
A week later I moved into the woman’s
house without giving it a second thought.
Little did i know that misfortune awaited me.
TO BE CONTINUED.
BELINA COMES UP NEXT
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