Aunt Trima and I started the journey to Ghana as i step out of my home the only question that kept bulging my mind was if I will ever see them again? We boarded a plain to Lagos state and lodge into a hotel room. Throughout the journey we said nothing to each other. We work up very early the following day and headed to the airport to enable us catch our flight to Ghana it was really a rough month entirely, we arrived my Aunt's place at exactly 10pm her kids were came out to welcome their mum my aunt now introduced me to her kids my supposed cousins and now told them to take me to the maid's room the moment I heard my aunt say that I knew I was a mate in my own aunt's home. I woke up the next morning so tired and exhausted but only for me to hear Mira her eldest daughter calling on me to come downstairs, immediately I got their my aunt gave me the beating of my life for just not waking up before her mean while it was jus 5:30am I deserve to rest from such a hectic journey. I was forced to go outside and sweep after I wash the plates I began my chores in tears and sadness missing my papa, mama and my adorable boys. While leaving in a strange home with no one to stand up for me or speak for me. Despite the stress I still manage to survive the day with lots of strenuous activities.
Lying down later that, I recall waking up in the arms of papa, I recall sleeping on couch and waking up on bed, I recall my mama plaiting my hair, I recall her washing and bathing me, I recall JR and his silly pranks I recall them all and saw their face in my mind that lured me to bed at 11pm.
I woke up so scared and frighten thinking the previous event was a nightmare only for me to wake up and realize is the reality of things I checked my watch it was 4am so I came outside and began my chores I was working but with the thoughts of family and before they could all wakeup I was done with the entire chores. My aunt was startle to see that I'm actually done she was thinking my mum must have spoiled me been the girl but what she forgot was that I'm not just the only girl but I'm the first child of cause I was bound to be raised properly.
Since their was nothing left to be done she gave hers and her children's clothes to wash without allowing me to eat I guess I shall only be eating once everyday. So I decided to teach myself how to survive in the house. So I decided to never take anything serious and to never cry for long.
My stay at my Aunt's house wasn't a funny one as days turn to weeks and weeks to months and months to two years which makes me 18years of age. My whole body aside my face wasn't something to look at it was covered with bruises scars and deep cuts all from my abusive aunt's whip.
My stay there was really what I call leaving in hell on earth.