Flourishing Florida

Suit, check

Shoes, check

Hang-bag on shoulder, check

Laptop, check

Baby carrier at my back, check . . .

. . . with baby in carrier, double check

That was my life late last month. My help left suddenly. No, i went her away, in the middle of the week when i knew that i had nobody to nanny Code so i could concentrate on work. The moment i asked Comfort to leave, i knew i was in for it. I was going to wake up in the morning, sweep the house, bath myself while Code sleeps, bath him after wards, drive to work with him on the car-seat all by himself at the back (he’d probably be howling all the way too!), and the most challenging of all, to actually get any work done with him crying and nursing every minute! Even as i stood by watching Comfort pack up her things, i was afraid of what the coming week would be for me. But Comfort definitely had to go! There was no question about it.

Those who followed my fmr blogs may recall the posts i put up about her (you can find them here and here). But like the one before her, i also tried to make do with what i had. At least, she was better than her predecessor. That was until that Wednesday evening. We had come home from the office. She had some clothes to wash, so she went outside to do it. Normally, i prefer to carry Code once we are home. So, we were inside the house. But as my pikin too sweat, and needs fresh air, i was taking him to our usual spot under the tree when i came across Comfort hiding something in the old well that is in the compound. Immediately i saw her, i knew that kasala don burst.

The surprise look told me that I’d caught her, finally I’ve caught her. I asked her, ‘Comfort, what are you doing there?’ She said nothing, and then started talking gibberish. I’ve been a kid; i don try to theif & dem catch me, so i know those moves. Now, d question on my mind was whether to proceed. As in, to hold my evidence 4 hand. my mind was like, let sleeping dogs lie. Another was like, if u no corner her now, she go now dey emboldened 2 steal more. After all, d time wey deliver delivered her into my hands i no do anything, so why. Na so i decided to forge ahead. I went to the well, opened it and saw the nylon-bag inside. Gen gen. ‘Comfort, what is this?’ D babe still dey speak greek. I opened the bag, saw some of our wedding gifts that we stored in the room where she slept in Lagos. ‘Comfort, what is this doing here?’ Na dia sisi begin display. The girl started shouting at me, first screaming that i was accusing her to stealing. Ok, if no be you put the things here, na who na? Na so she change gear: she admitted that indeed she was the one who kept those things there, but that she did it on purpose. You did what on purpose?? Yes, she did it on purpose, so that i can send her away. Ehen, oya now. Go pack your kaya; waka from my house!

Na the edited version i just narrated o. For long hand, my neighbours all came out to stop this girl from physically attacking me. Since they couldn’t padlock her mouth, she just it to insult me, and threaten to hurt me. Eh! Person wey i bring come my house, wey i dey pay? Go hurt who? Even if say dem cut my hands & legs or i’ve never changed a single diaper in my life, there is an extent of shit one fit chop. And so she left.

It took me 2 week plus to get another help. This one na small girl wey just finish secondary school (Her papa dey ask for her 2 months salary in advance. For where!). I still dey watch am with eagle eyes. I don’t trust these maid, am sorry. I don’t. I told dis present person that if she steals my money, na police i go call for her straight! I no dey for any rubbish again joo.

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