IMAGINARY TALES: story of an African girl. - BeStPiece

Monday, November 19, 2018

IMAGINARY TALES: story of an African girl.

Chapter 2







Jane opened her eyes to the sound of a heavy slap on little Jessi's face,  as she lay helpless on the living room sofa.
The slap got a bunch of insults that accompanied it. "you wanna kill her like you did my first love"
Patrick raked, Jane fainted due to stress she went through in his hands last night,  as she recalled how he made her carry his heavy brief case from the 1st floor of their house to the 4th,  knowing fully well she was heavily pregnant. Coupled with all the house choirs she did prior to his return from work.  Now little Jessi had to suffer for what she knew nothing of. Helplessly staring,  a drip entered her eyes from her eyebrow,  as she was soaked in water poured on her after she fainted by Patrick.

   Jane wakes up fully two hours later with her husband staring at her pitiable state. Then he muttered, "I am so hungry,  go get me food" she stood with the remaining strength she had left and made him fried rice with enough plantain, which was his favorite meal.

Patrick is so good at letting his wife work herself to death,  not minding her condition, she would cook,  wash,  clean,  all by herself and he would not give in to her getting help,  or his daughter touching things in his house,  as he dreaded her and termed her "misfortune".

9months on the dot,  Jane gives birth to a baby boy,  whom Patrick named "remedy" his choice of a child has landed,  his dream codme true,  his everything,  his greatest achievement,  someone to take over his empire at last has arrived.

Jessi was allowed no where near him,  she was literally like a maid to remedy,  as he eats and grows big,  while she sleeps hungry most times, even her sweet step mom, had turned her back on her. She was left to grow in pain.

she schooled behind their compound where she is the only student,  and had an adorable teacher,  Mrs Sharon,  who taught her everything and anything,  her mom,  her guide,  her best friend,  although a widow without a child,  Mrs Sharon at 38 choose not remarry or adopt a child,  despite been a wealthy retired lecturer.
       Mrs sharon: so what's his name and how old is he now?
          Jessi: oh my cute brothers name is,  Remedy he will be 8 next week and...
       Mrs sharon: (scuffs) what kind of name is that? Does he cure all ailment? (both laugh) 
    Jessi: I pray he comes to love me as his elder sister someday,  and not keep seeing me as a maid.
  At twelve, Jessi was full of love and hope,  not minding the negativity around her,  she never saw the four walls of a school,  but she is so smart you would think she sleeps and wakes in a school. Mrs Sharon gave her the best education anyone could ever have.

8 years later...

Jessi,  now twenty,  has found love in the arms of her brothers tennis partner victor, who is two years older than she is. Although,  Remedy is unaware of this, he still referred to her as their maid.

One faithful morning,  Jane walks into the living room. And finds the unimaginable.
   Jane: what the h*ll!!

To be continued....... 




Note: every name used in this, story are totally fictional,  if it corresponds to that of someone you know,  it's strictly a coincidence. 


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