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He doesn't want me to go to school
What sort of thing is this

He gave me a beautiful home put me in the most horrible room, keep me indoors all day doing house chores and still he won't let me go to school.

Even though we were not given enough hours to learn in the Foster home it was better than nothing. Even Kofi no matter how broke he was... Would always try to give me education.. No matter what,

He would change my school when he couldn't afford to pay the fees on time I feared for my stupidity.. At this point I might as well just go back to Kofi

Cleaning his vomit wasn't a good sight but at least he never keeps me indoors all day, he scolds me sometimes but never yells at me constantly the way mr Philip does

When I left the kitchen, they had both gone.... I tried my luck with the door and yet again am locked inside...

How long will I continue like this.... Schooling would have been an escape from this hell hole but no I don't get to have that

Every time I think about my situation it more like I keep bouncing from frying pan to fire and am losing it... How would I have known that this whole thing would turn out this way.

I keep making rash decision and find myself in a much deeper mess... Who knows how long I have to deal with this before I get a break through

So not to make same mistake as yesterday I quickly cleaned the whole house and when I was done I checked the time and it was past 2....  In the afternoon... I haven't even eaten anything.... I ate bread and fried eggs.. Then I tried to put on the TV but I couldn't so I stopped trying. I searched for a jotter and pen and write out what I could cook

Spaghetti
Noodles 
White rice and stew.
Yam and egg
Garri....

My semovita is not perfect yet so I didn't write it, am not too sure about the quantity of water for beans so I didn't write it out ... I just don't want to be criticized for my cooking

And when it was 4 pm I went into the kitchen and made spaghetti put some in the cooler and waited in the living room for him to come

I was awake till 10pm and he still wasn't back so I ate my food and went to bed before I doze off in the living room, am sure he wouldn't care that I was waiting for him and scold me for it

The next day, he was already at the door when I was heading to the bathroom.... And he left for work without eating breakfast.... And I couldn't ask him how to put on the TV

I nearly died of boredom, since I had cleaned all the rooms awake, today.. I had nothing to do.. I watched the time crawl slower and I forced myself to  sleep like five times but still the time was still very slow

He didn't eat the spag I made for him yesterday so i wasn't sure what to make today.. So I decided to wait for him..... Because I had slept several times in the afternoon I was able to stay awake till midnight

He walked in by 17 minutes past 12 and he was surprised to see me awake

I jumped on my feet

"Welcome sir"

"What are you still doing awake "

"I was waiting for you "

"Why... "

"I didn't know what you would like to eat "

"You are awake till now because you didn't know what I would like to eat, "

"And I couldn't sleep "

"Ohhh.. Were you worried about me Angel "

"Ehh"

"That's so sweet... You can go to bed now am fine "

He wrinks of alcohol and looked very unsettled, he moved closer to me and pressed his palm on my face pushing me backwards  and pulled my lips... I don't understand what he is doing.. So I stepped back and so did he

" go to your room Angel... "

I turned to leave then decided to ask him about the TV

"Erm sir "

"What now angel "

"I... I don't know how to put on the TV"

"You want to watch movie by this time "

"No... I just want to ask now because tomorrow you might have gone to work before I wake up so I just want to tell you now in case I don't see you before you leave "

"You just want to... You just want to.. Don't worry I'll put on the TV before leaving tomorrow.... Now go "

I smiled then said good night and hurried to my room
At least I wasn't waiting in vain I achieved something

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