11/06/2023
*"ENTRAPPED"*
*_EPISODE ONE_*
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I am Bukola Adewuyi, The first daughter of my family, we lived in a small village, my parents despite being poor managed to send me to a government secondary school, I was one of the brightest students, I even cleared all my waec, but there was no money to go to the university.
I have waited 3 good years , I joined my mummy to hawk bread for those waiting period until my uncle came visiting, Uncle Ken was impressed with my good performance and volunteered to take me to Lagos, in Lagos you will have a new life, and I will also register you for jamb, this results can not waste, he said.
I was super happy to the offer, yes I want that life, I said to myself smiling, my dad was also happy,but my mum was against it, it’s better we manage here, she said, mummy I have been managing for the past 3 years, no money to even acquire a skill, i said.
After a long talk, she finally agreed, so I followed uncle Ken to Lagos that weekend, his wife was not really happy with the arrangements, she couldn’t hide her anger, but she had no choice but to allow me to stay.
Few weeks after I got there, Uncle Ken lost his job, the house became hot for me, but I did not complain, on this faithful day, my aunty started shouting, you are leaving my house you agent of darkness, you bad luck, I warned Ken but he would not listen, now that the prophet had confirmed it , I hope you are satisfied.
You are leaving my house today, she shouted angrily, I begged and begged , I must not see your bad leg in this house again she said slamming the door.
It was already past 7 in the evening , I don’t have anywhere to go, I was not even familiar with the environment, I roamed around the community for a long time , before I sighted a shop around, I immediately sat down under the table, my face clouded with tears, I woke up the next morning to a shout.
Who are you and what are you doing in my shop, the woman shouted angrily , I ermmmmm, I stammered not knowing where to start from , tears dropped from my eyes , ok young girl don’t cry, get up let me open my shop first, she said bringing out her key.
I immediately took the broom from her and swept the shop, I also insisted on mopping, once she was settled, she smiled thank you , I am Mrs Baro she said,I am Bukola, I replied her, why are you here, why did you sleep here, she bombarded me with questions.
I explained to her, how I got to Lagos and how my aunty chased me out of the house saying am bad luck, she instantly flared up.
And you use that your hand to clean my shop, no wonder no customer has entered here since, leave this shop she said throwing my things out.
She entered hurriedly throwing out the mop and broom and started sprinkling anointing oil in the shop, Shouting Eje Jesu Eje Jesu(BLOOD OF JESUS), what are you still doing there , you this aje (witch) , she yelled.
I picked up my nylon bag in frustration, and walked towards the junction, I could still hear her shouting blood of Jesus as she set the broom and mop on fire.
*_To be Continue..._*
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