Ever since September when I employed this girl, I noticed something amiss in my own house. And she has been acting suspicious too.

Actually, the reason why Nene was employed was due to the fatigue and tiredness I always experience trying to cope with the chores and after. My husband is not even helping matters at all. I work in a bank and I have to leave the house as early as 7 am to reach work on time. But before I leave, I have to make sure that I make breakfast and then dress the children for school. Then when I'm back home, I had to make I clean the house and then make dinner and the rest of that.

All these things eat me up!! My husband is the owner of the company where he works and he isn't even interested in helping out with one or two things before he leaves for work. I have tried all within my power to make sure I catch up with everything but I definitely couldn't!! Sometimes, I would get to work some minutes late and have to answer a query. 

I didn't want to lose my job and I didn't want my family to lose its motherhood duty either. I had no other option than to look out for a housemaid to help out!! But I was literally scared at first. I've heard so many unhealthy stories about housemaids on how they destroy families. But I'm left out with no other option here. It's a decisive matter of — I snooze and lose. 

I placed a phone call home. I told my mother everything, and then she promised to arrange someone hardworking for me.

Weekend came. The girl my mother promised to arrange is here already. She introduced herself as ‘Nene’.

Her appearance was so appalling. She was looking so extremely dirty that I had to buy her a new set of clothes the following day and teach her seriously about personal hygiene.

Meanwhile, this girl behaves so strangely. She usually gets scared whenever I bashed into her room unannounced. Though she won't be doing anything bad o. She often fidgets whenever she beholds my sight. I don't know why the reason she does that but that attitude is so so strange and horrifying.

Sometimes, whenever I see her cooking in the kitchen, she will be murmuring to herself and laughs out so loud. And again, I would see her playing with ants, butterflies, rodents & even dogs. I tried one day to question her about those weird attitudes of hers but she just apologized and says it's INNOCENTLY her attitude.

Well, I just had to wave it out and put a close eye on my two kids & the entire household. 

So one certain night, everyone has certainly gone to bed. I woke up all of a sudden without any reason. I just decided to move outside and inspect the house and its security ( I do that activity most time).

Just then, I discovered something unusual when I got to the sitting room. The serenity of the sitting room wasn't the way it used to be. I found the veranda door wide open. I became scared as an unripe fear gripped me immediately. I was very sure that I locked the door before retiring to bed that very night. I went outside the veranda and met everywhere so cold and chilly. I also set my eyes on my husband's room slippers outside.

"Aagh!! What's really going on ?? What's my husband's room slippers doing hear?". I murmured to myself.

Immediately I heard someone running out from our dog's kennel. The person was so fast that before I could switch on my torch light I couldn't sight him/her. Then, our dog started barking at this incident. 

I had to draw close to the kennel and to my saddest surprise, I met my youngest child Praises sitting there, naked.

"What's wrong?" I cried out!

It was then, that my little Praises narrated to me how Nene initiated him into sleeping with our dog ( I specially named the dog — Hubby ). Nene was the one that ran away immediately she noticed my presence.

Goodness me!! After I must have pursued this girl from my house tomorrow, how can I rectify my son from this initiation?

Nene the househelp that I innocently brought to my house, tried to initiate my son into Bestiality ( sexual acts between humans and animals ).

I don't think I will ever bring a maid into my house again!!! 

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© Oji Dickson 

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Today marks it a year since I lost my only brother–Charles. I wouldn't have even remembered if not for Facebook that had to share the 1-year memory.

Charles my elder brother was attacked by some thugs, just a day before his matriculation, in school. It was heard that he stole a mobile phone that was charging peacefully at a corner, in the supermarket, at the school gate.

Right from childhood, I've known my elder brother – Charles as a Kleptomaniac ( one who steals compulsively ). He steals both things he needs and ones that he doesn't need as well. It's so pathetic that he just has to steal.

He was expelled from many schools during his secondary school days. Even though mum has taken him to different deliverance sections, he refused to be out of the wood.

But I think this day, a year ago was the day his cup got filled up and was let to stew in his own juice.

Our single mum had told me to go and stay with Charles after I made many pleas to her.

I had to pack my bag and travel to Charles's school, to stay with him, in preparation for his matriculation. I was an aspirant of the school then. Charles even was delighted to see me stay with him in his lodge. He made me very much comfortable during my stay there.

On the day before his matriculation, Charles hurriedly prepared and left the lodge that morning. He told me that he is going to have his haircut and attend to some things too. He gave me some money to buy bread and beverages to have for breakfast and also told me to cook noodles in case I get hungry in the afternoon. 

I smiled and bade him farewell, curiously hoping for him to come back so that I would see the hairstyle he had been bragging about since, that he would have.

Just some minutes before noon. I was fast asleep then. I heard thunderous shouts, echoes, and cries, coming from outside. An engrossed fear gripped me as I arose from my slumber. I had to check through the window to know what the scene outside was like. But just before then, I received several bangs at the door.

My little legs trembled in fear. On the opening of the door, my eyes beheld the unexpected.

I saw my Charles lying lifelessly in a pool of his own blood. He was surrounded by too many people.

"Ole !" "Klepto !" "Thief !" were the major voices that were thrown at the air, that moment.

I managed my way through the few angry people surrounding Charles.

There I met him, with guilt and shame in his eyes. Welts of different sizes were kissing their way through the pale, dark skin of my brother, Charles.

I let out a silent fart as I fell on my knees towards Charles.

"Please brother, tell me it's not true". I managed to say, even scared of his response.

However, a heavy hiss came from one of the aggressive people that stood there, which I felt were not students.

"This is the hand behind all our missing properties in this vicinity all this while. Get the tyre and lighter let's burn this nigga off! The voice came again.

Everyone began with their shouts again. Some continued throwing stones at Charles of which few, fell on me.

"No!! No !! Please..." I begged the angry mob but all to no avail.

The tyre, lighter, and fuel were here. They had to set Charles ablaze. All my divulges fell on deaf ears.

Pathetic. Aggressive. Haywire. Uncertainty. I tried all within my feeble power at the moment to dissolve the mob from lighting up Charles. My efforts, however, were outridden as heftier men held me up to avoid me jumping into the burning Charles.

Swiftly, I saw Charles already wailing and struggling for his life amidst the blazes of fire that entangled him.

The guilt, the disappointment, the painful cries, the bitter regrets, all in his eyes. He'd known that he has wronged us–mum and i. And even apart from him, we didn't deserve the trauma he has put us through.

Now, this whole year seemed like just a day of Charles's demise. The memory has struck a new in my mind. Apart from the few moments of reflection, I have over Charles's demise. And the few times Charles appear in my dream, crying and chanting sorrowful songs. I have lived this whole year as though I never had a brother. School activity alone makes me forget so much about him.

But I feel something even more weird is still in existence in our family. It's mum. I think she's yet to recover from the trauma which almost cost her her life.

She wakes up every Monday morning, crying at the door of my room, asking me for the whereabouts of his son - Charles. She believes nobody and nothing again. Her strange and weird behavior has probably raised a catalyst of concern.

Now, the question is, "Does it mean that Charles's demise has turned mum into a psycho???

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© Oji Dickson