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My Life as a Maid Servant - By Hannah Wairimu, age 14 - 7th January 2004 (A Story)

My Mum and Dad were moderately rich. I enjoyed life and my Mum bought me that I was in demand for. I couldn't even have a hint of a thought in my mind that one day, one time I would be someone’s servant.

One day as I came home from school Uncle was there with a sad stare with one of my neighbours. I called him and asked him to tell me what was going amiss. He didn’t want to hurt me so he beat about the bush. As I became inquisitive and my anxiety grew large, he had to hit the nail on the head by explaining the whole truth to me.

I almost grew banana when he told me that my dear parents had got in a bloody accident and they both lost their lives. But after the burial ceremony life was not the same as I used to have. Everybody who felt jealousy of me when my parents were still alive had something to laugh at. I came to realise that one man’s meat is another man’s poison.

After a month I was sent out of my school which was very expensive. I had nobody to care for me and to cater for my school fees, so I had to leave school and look for a job. The following day very early in the morning before the crack of dawn, I got up and went out to look and seek for a job. I rotated all over the town and at last found myself a European gate. I sought the watchman’s permission and got in. I met the boss seated and the maid-servants busy at work, I spoke to him gently and humbly. After a very long speech he heard my problems and promised to respond. He told me to go and come the following day and be ready to start work. I went home happily but still feeling lonely.

The following day I went to my place of work proud as a peacock. I worked in the European’s house and every time he called me for work. After a month I was as thin as a needle because of the hard labour.

At the end of the month the salary I got was peanuts. I suffered days, weeks, months years centuries but nobody could come to my rescue. My employer had no mercy for all my colleagues and I. One day as I was rolling back home I my prolonged Uncle. I narrated to him how I had been suffering. My uncle was astonished and took immediate effect. He took me to his house and took me as one of his children. I felt very happy at last and left my employer the money he had paid me. 5 pints of joy thrilled my throat! I came to my normal life and health – my life as a maid servant was a grim life.