My father had sent me to Lagos to serve as a maid when I was only thirteen.
A palm wine tapper with twenty three children, from two wives.
What do you expect?
Twenty years later, I returned to my village a different person.
“My daughter has come back rich, ” my father called out the villagers. “Come and see my Chinonso, she has a car, I am proud of her.”
Tears rolled down my eyes, he doesn’t care how I got to this position, his only concern is my money.
Well, who cares? I am now rich, that’s all that matters.