Thursday, February 11, 2016

CHRONICLES OF A HOUSEMAID 28

Chief grinned. The kind of foolish grin old, silly men his age would display.
"Why are you acting like a little child?" he said to me.
I raised my eyebrows to show my disapproval of whatever he was going to say next, what was he thinking. Sex. I would never have sex with a man old enough to be my father,the last person who broke my heart Charles, was the man i was willing to give my virginity to but he was seriously in lust with Ada who was willing to open her legs for anything. Charles was madly in what i would call lust with her because he heard from one of the local champions that she was good in bed and spoke correct English, thanks to her cousins who lived in Port Harcourt.
"I don't understand sir" i responded.
"Well, i will tell you, i like you a lot" he said
"Thank you sir" i managed to respond, maybe this was not sexual after all but one part of me said he wanted to go down there.
"You are welcome" he replied and cleared his throat. "Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked me.
I was right, i knew where this was going but now would lying be the best option, it wont help me here for one i am confined to work in this mansion with the chances of having a one night stand or even seeing the face of a man to be very slim or equal to none. I might as well be a nun living in a convent.
"No i don't have a boyfriend" i replied and then Olisa came to my mind.
"Great" he replied and smiled. I was trying to figure out what was great about not having a boyfriend. The conversation was beginning to sound weird and i was really beginning to wish that i could escape to somewhere else, why hadn't the driver come back from the airport yet.
"I really like you Grace and i want to give you a great opportunity" Chief told me.
"What is the opportunity?" i asked curiously.
"Before i tell you, what plans do you have for going to school?" he asked me as he adjusted his seating position and crossed his legs.
"I plan to go to the university if i do well in my JAMB" i told him.
"How were your WAEC results?" he asked me.
"I passed all my subjects, i just need to take JAMB" i replied,
"Is your aunt aware of your plans?" he asked. I didn't know what to say, we never discussed it even though she knew that was the sole reason i came to stay in the city.
"Not in full details" i said. It was the truth.
"Well i don't think she has any further plans for you in my own opinion" he said. What was he trying to prove.
"Why do you say that?" i asked.
"If you end up in this house, you can't go back" he replied with a wicked grin.

Monday, February 8, 2016

PORSCHA... MY PURSE.

Here is a personal edition of me.
I never really talk about my personal self on my blog, i just write stories, so i decided to start doing that this year, maybe it will help my readers decide the type of person i am and at least get to know me better.

So i will tell you a little about my purse called Porscha.
She is a black, leather Coach purse a Fall 2012 edition and Porscha is my everyday purse, i rarely change her or rather switch with another purse except when i am travelling and then Obiageli the big, grey purse will be used for smuggling. As you can see, Porscha's handles are a little worn out and i need a new purse but her stomach aspects carries everything i need. I also haven't found a really good replacement bag.


Anyone who has been around me will know that my purse is usually a proverbial "bottomless pit". I carry everything in my purse from pens, to markers, receipts, headphones everything, i cleaned out my purse the other day and decided to show off her contents.

Haha my Kindle Tablet is like my best friend, very good to use during long waits or when i am bored at work. My compact mirror, my two favorite perfume roller balls,to freshen up. My wallet. That wallet contains everything,receipts, about ten different cards, money and it is heavy. Hot pink is my favorite color. My iPod for listening to music with the Aux cord in my car, i am missing my headphones which i left at home today. I like keeping nail polish in my purse for those chips and quick touch ups, i recently started letting my natural nails grow and then painting them. I don't wear fake nails and since i am very domestic my nails easily get chipped, after a week i take the polish off and redo it, My hand cream is an essential in my purse because i have very dry skin. And also my foundation . My make up bag is usually in my car but i keep my foundation with me because varying the temperatures may degrade the chemicals in the make up, in the summer liquid make up may turn to gas if you are not careful. Lol. Just kidding. 
These are the essentials of my purse.
What's in your purse?

Sunday, February 7, 2016

CHRONICLES OF A HOUSEMAID 27

The uninvited "Sisi" was shell shocked. I stood there watching her every move. Before i could say "Jack Robinson". Her cell phone began to ring. She opened her purse where the phone was and pulled it out, she looked at the screen and frowned. She pressed a button on the side of the phone and the ringing stopped. She put the phone back into her bag.
She looked at Olisa who wasn't even saying her any attention. She stood up and then her phone began to ring again.
"Answer the damn phone" Olisa said disgustedly. She walked towards the door not even looking back, i followed closely behind so i could open the door for her and lock it after she stepped outside. She got to the door and opened it herself. I watched her walk away. She was too embarrassed to look back. I locked the door and went back into the kitchen.


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It was my first time off since i started working at Lady D's house and i was excited to be off from work for seven days. Lady D had to go to London for a week, the children were back on campus and she told me to go and stay with my aunt because i would be bored by myself in her huge house and it was a good way to escape to go and see my family. The driver dropped her off at the airport, while i got my things ready upon his return,he would drop me off at my aunt's house.
There was a knock at the door and then the door bell rang. Who could that be? Lady D was not in town and the children knew better than to come home in their mother's absence. She was not around to give them money.
 I hesitantly walked to the door and peeped through the eye hole. It was Chief Thompson. What could he possibly want, his girlfriend was not here. I opened the door.
"Good afternoon sir" i greeted.
"My darling Grace, how are you?" he responded cheerfully as he walked into the house and the smell of his perfume seemed to linger a little bit in the air.
"I am fine sir" i replied as i didn't know what else to say.
"Good" he replied as he sat down in his usual spot and crossed his leg. I was unsure of how to react because no one else would come into the house and i had to get my things ready before the driver got to the house. He beckoned to me to come to where he was. i nervously walked over to where he was.
" Do you want something to eat?" i asked him praying he would not say yes because the last soup in the fridge was what Olisa took to school and that meant i would have to start a new dish, why in the world did i answer the door bell. i could have just ignored.
"No" he responded to my relief. Whew.
"What about something to drink?" i asked knowing that would be easy, he loved Heineken and we had a full stock of that in the fridge by the bar.
"Nothing to drink thank you" he replied. Okay so why is he here? i became curious. He was looking at me in a funny way, i began to wonder what he was thinking,
"Madam traveled" i said.
" I am aware of that" he replied and smiled.
"Okay" i replied not knowing what else to say, there was an awkard silence and i almost caught myself scratching my hair.
"Can i ask you a question?" Chief Thompson asked me.
"Yes sir" i replied.
"Are you experienced?" he asked.
"What type of experience?" i replied, i hope this old man was not trying to be funny because i am good at putting people in their place.


Thursday, February 4, 2016

NGUYEN: WE ARE NOT RELATED

Nguyen is one of the most common Vietnamese names since i have lived in the United Statesn for over a decade. There young ladies were tired of getting asked questions like "Are you related?". It can be frustrating. When i was in high school, there was another girl in the same Year as i was who had the same last name, actually two, we were not at all related. These young ladies took to their Year Book to let their mates know they were not related.

Do you think this is cool or nah?
I love it.

History behind the last name
Many Vietnamese changed their name or were rewarded the honored name "Nguyen" during the Nguyen dynasty's rule, so a man who had his name changed, would marry a woman, who's name would now be Nguyen, who'd have many children, all of them all being Nguyen as well, and so on until now, many Vietnamese surname is Nguyen.


Culled from Yahoo and Reddit

CHRONICLES OF A HOUSEMAID 26

I was beyond humiliated. What was going on with Olisa? He had never spoken to me in that manner before. The worst part of it all was that i had to go and ask her what she would eat or drink after being embarrassed in front of her,. I ran into the kitchen and washed my face. I had to give myself a few seconds to breather before showing my face to Olisa and his female guest in the living room. I didn't want to hint that i was upset or anything close to that. Nothing like keeping a good composure, it would only keep them guessing and that was the plan.
I walked out of the kitchen down the hallway into the living room to ask what Olisa and his guest would want to eat or drink. She was sitting on the sofa beside Olisa but the body language was sour. Olisa was flicking channels on the TV with the remote control while she sat beside him scrolling through her phone.
"What would you like to drink?" i asked her. She raised her head and looked at me also giving a very twisted smile, the type of smile which says "great i am glad you remember that you are still a servant in this house".
"What is there to drink?" she said and gave a fake laugh. Olisa turned and looked at her. I had to stifle a giggle that was about to come out, was she acting a movie or something because she was beyond ridiculous?
"Water, orange juice, Coke" i said.
"Water is fine" Olisa answered dryly.
She smiled at me and rolled one of the curls in her hair with her left hand. For a second i thought she was possessed because she didn't seem to be the same person standing outside earlier
"A glass of orange juice with ice" she said and giggled.
"Serve her water please" Olisa said looking sternly at me. I looked at both of them, she turned to look at Olisa with a rather surprised look on her face. I hated awkward moments and this was certainly one of them,
"Water? Are you serious Olisa, i came all the way to your house to visit you and all you want to offer me is water?" She shouted angrily at him.
"I didn't invite you, i don't even know how you found your way here but you sure are not welcome here so if you don't take what is offered to you, you have the right to leave" Olisa said. She looked shaken. Her face fell, like she was about to cry. Olisa didn't seem bothered by what he said and how it made her feel. So she was not even invited to the house and she was at the door acting like she was a diplomats daughter, i wished so bad Olisa would give me the chance to disgrace her before leaving but he seemed to heated.In my head i rejoiced,this was pure victory.