My Aunty's child was inside wheezing while I was clearing the open compound with destroys moving my cheeks.

My left cheek was red and swollen. The slap made a few imprints on it.

As I was sweeping, many contemplations went through my head. The contemplations made more tears stream down my cheeks.

"Had it been my mother was alive, will I be floundering in this misery? will I be abused like a slave? when will this wretchedness stop? well, a peril anticipated is half stayed away from. "I said this with a face like a wet weekend.

In the wake of reflecting on these tricky things, I cleared the compound fast as a canine can lick a dish and moved to the kitchen for dishwashing and washing of different utensils.

The dishes were exceptionally messy and disgusting. Its foul smell was sickening. I washed them quickly as I was unable to bear the stenchy smell of the uncleaned dishes.

I checked the time on the clock in the kitchen and it had timed 5 am. I realize that a portion of my mates was all the while dozing however I comforted myself realizing completely well that all beneficial things arrive at the people who stand by.

"After this multitude of sufferings from birth, at last, if I no make am, make I twist" I mumbled like a genuine keen fiend.

Instantly, I heard somebody hollering my name obstinately in the living room. I paid attention to the voice cautiously and it was my Aunty calling.

I ran off to the parlor in one singular motion. I broke out in cool perspiration as I didn't have any idea what I had committed this time because how she hollered my name was stunning.

"Uche! I believe you should make an extravagant Egusi soup and beat sweet potato for breakfast" My Aunty expressed and kept squeezing her telephone.

I resembled a feline on blocks when she said this. I haven't cooked anything before nor have I beat a sweet potato what's more I am only a little child.

"Aunt, breakfast is expected to be something light and I don't have any idea how to cook," I said with a train wreck in my stomach.

My Aunty stood up quickly and gave me a resonating smack which made me tumble down to the earth and began seeping through my nose.

ụkamaka didn't care, she hauled me to my feet and pushed me to the kitchen to make her morning meal.

While every one of these was happening, her spouse and child were still sleeping wheezing like they were natural in paradise.

I pilled the sweet potato quickly, bubbled it, and began beating it while the soup was ablaze.

I added every one of the fixings before adding meat and fish. Blood was all the while spouting out from my nose thoughtfully.

After pounding, I checked the pantry in the kitchen and I saw Samovita and pound potato.

 My blood ran cold and I admired the rooftop negligently. "To be sure we people are wícked, as you sow, so will you procure" I expressed with my eyes on the rooftop.

At the point when I completed cooking, I tasted the food I prepared and I almost regurgitated.

I added a greater amount of salt to improve the soup.

I served my Aunty the food promptly it timed 6 am. I didn't taste it once more as I was completely certain that the salt improved it.

ụkamaka, my aunt and her significant other tasted the food and needed to vomit out some food contents.

"Jesus" they yelled as she poured me the hot soup.

I was locked inside my room by ụkamaka and she vowed to flagellate me with the whip when she returns.

My heart sank into my gut as I continued to yell for help yet nobody came, tragically