The Maid.

Chapter 2

Janna.

On a Thursday evening, I was in the room praying asr when I heard mama yelling my name,I quickly round up my prayers and headed outside,on reaching my mum I met her with an unfamiliar woman. I greeted;

Salam,Good evening ma'am.

Wslm, Evening,how're you my daughter

I'm fine Alhamdulilah.

Salma,janna has really grown up into a beautiful lady Masha Allah.

Wallahi tabarakallah; my mum said.
Janna this is my elder sister...adda Maryam,my parents gave birth to the two of us before they passed away,she works in the palace in Kano,but unfortunately her husband died in a car accident,she has no child and she had refuse to get married again, my mum said laughing;

Oh you're welcome anty Maryam,mama only talks about you when necessary and she never told me you were coming, and she never showed me a picture of you either, nice to meet you.

Yeah that's because your mum is the quiet type and you also know that because she's your mother,and yeah I didn't inform you about my coming because it was a surprise and y'know this our village there's no network, anty Maryam said;

If you must be wondering,mama is from bauchi and we're currently staying in the only house that belongs to her parents,but now it's hers and anty maryams.

Your aunt will be spending a day or two with us here,and you'll be going with her when she's leaving. Mama said;

My eyes widened like a saucer as I hear mama spill those words, I was at the verge of tears.

Well janna this is it,I only want to help you and your mother,you see we're in need of maids in the palace but I wouldn't want you to work there because they maltreat the maids, most especially the prince,so you'll go back to Abuja and work as a maid in a house instead. I spoke to your mum and she agreed, so we'll be leaving next tomorrow Insha Allah so get ready okay. My aunt said;

I was Crying already,I know I had to do this to help our lives if not we'd die of hunger. But I don't want to leave my mama all alone,who will give her food,who will give her medications,who will...who will oh my Allah please see me through. So many things on mind.

Okay anty Maryam I'll do it,my mum was already crying too, i hate to see you cry mummy....I hugged her so tight, I'm going to miss you so much mummy, I'll miss you,and Insha Allah isra will take care of you,she'll do anything you want okay.

Stop crying mama na, I'll do everything myself okay,I'm strong now I promise. I'll only advice you to be patient and be prayerful, do Not talk back at your elders,do what is right at the right time,be strong and stay within your limits okay. Now go wash your face and then we'll tell you stories about our past koh.

Okay mama Insha Allah I'll do all that.
I left to wash my face,I'm so going to miss my mum, I thought.

We talked and talked for a long time,before we ate and retired for the night, with a lot running on my mind. Who would have thought a bossy Fatima Abbas who had everything at her beck and call would be working under someone as a maid. Indeed Life is nothing.