I'm a house girl..
Well, that's what they call me...
But my name is Ayo...
But in my life, there is no joy...
Although there is no joy...
I have to smile and act like all is well....
My Oga forgets my name most times..
When I hear him shout...
Omo yii da?
I know his looking for me..
To do on work or the other..
Work work work is all I do..
I have no life...
I am just a house help...
My madam cannot do without me...
The only thing I don't do is bath her...
I have been loyal to her...
But she treats me like rag...
And if I dare look at her husband's face when I great him...
She thinks I want to snatch him...
Madam's children are treated like princesses...
I am a slave for these children...
Although they are same age as me...
They wear pretty clothes...
I have no choice but to wait for the clothes to become rags..,.
Before they will dash me to wear...
Gate man and driver think I am their automatic entitlement...
Just because I am a house girl...
Why do people think that house helps will sleep with driver or gateman?
Just because I am a house help...
Does not meant I have no reflect for my self...
Life has not been kind to me....
Misfortune has followed me from the day I was born....
If I had a choice in life...
I would never choice the life that I have...
Everyone treats me less that a human...
But I have no right to complain...
People call you different names...
I am the only one that knows who I really am...
House helps are seen as witches, thieves, husband snatchers, gateman's girlfriend, driver's girls, slaves etc
But God knows who I am...
This house can't function without me...
Yet no one respects me...
I am the first to rise in the morning and the last to go to bed..
But no one ever asks how I'm coping..
Life is cruel I must say...
I hate to wake another day...
Before you treat me the way you do..
Remember I have feeling just like you...
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