Ohemaa(oh-hem-ah, which means Queen in Ghanaian language) as my mum always calls me. Years ago , my mum was as fit as a fiddle but her best friend betrayed her,this made her develop unusual heart attacks and finally it took away her life. I remember that rainy night,I felt alone and useless, I spent my time beside my mum's grave,drenched with water and crying my heart out. It felt really suffocating seeing my mum's picture and her name,Pearl Osei(oh-seh-ee) Van Gelder written on her tombstone and her so-called-bestfriend hurriedly taking her place in her home. Anyways....my mom's a Ghanaian but that Dutch name,Van Gelder was given to her by her adoptive parents says Naana. I always felt something was not right about that name because Naana also told me her adoptive parents were dead so I couldn't go to find them. Jannie continued being a nuisance in the house and finally got Naana to be locked in her room. She made dad her servant because he was always nodding his head like a lizard to anything she says....ughh! But all the same, I never got to know why dad hated mum and I so much after mum's death. As i emerged from the shower,I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding. I cleaned myself and applied some ointment to heal the marks on my body. I didn't know when I slept but I woke up to a dark sky obviously it wanted to rain. I hurried of to Naana's room and she was very excited to see me. "Corrie come here", Naana said as she enveloped me in a bear hug. "How have you been doing this past days",asked Naana. I couldn't tell her the beatings i always take so,I lied blatantly with my eyes open. "Naana, I've been taking part time jobs to save for your surgery",said me. Whichis also true.....anyway we talked for some hours and I left to my room to prepare for my second job, at the cake shop.