Short Story: The Last Trip Down The West 3

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The agreement had been reached, her “uncle” had collected the money and left. Mary looked at the mansion that stood before her. One of the perks of being a house maid was that she had gotten to enter some really beautiful houses in her own time.

Even though she had mostly had to sleep in a side building, maybe the boy’s quarters or the security post. She had come to learn that the rich people were not all the same. Some were more animals than humans, others were more human than animals. But all rich people were essentially animals. She had worked in a lot of houses before then but as she stood before this big beautiful house, she knew this was still the most beautiful building she had ever been. it was huge and every inch of it smelt like money. Mary smiled inwards as the man who was to be her boss walked into the house, signaling for her to follow him. Life has a way of playing jokes on humans… now that she had decided to run away, she was lucky… or maybe unlucky as the case may be to be put in such a beautiful house to work for this totally handsome man.

Talking of handsome men…

She looked at her new boss who had seated himself in a couch opposite from the one he had motioned for her to sit. He was a well built man. he reminded her of Oseni. Oseni the local wresting champ of her village. Full of ripped chest muscles and vibrating tendons. Oseni, her secret crush and sweetheart. he had followed the older hunters on a trip in 2006, she had been so proud of him when she heard he was going. Even though Oseni had always followed the fair skinned girls, the chief’s daughters… she knew he was hers to keep. She knew that someday… Oseni would find that she and only she loved him like no other. She shook her head and blinked twice. She looked at the man in the chair. He had been saying a lot if things and she hadn’t been paying attention. Presently he was saying

” Can you read and write Mary?” he was asking

“Oga… i dey try small small ” she answered in faltering tongue. she would not disclose how much she knew to him. she wanted to be untraceable when she did decide to vamoose out of his fine house.

“okay… that is good. but can you also keep secrets?” he asked

The room suddenly started to spin around her and spin her around. The sentence repeated itself through the mouths that suddenly grew on the walls. around and around, louder and louder , she started to hyperventilate and as much as she tried to stop it, she couldn’t. She remembered those same words…

“can you keep a secret!!”

“You should keep this a secret”

“Your coming here is a secret. Nobody knows… if you tell them, they won’t believe you”

“keep it a secret and maybe I’ll be nice to you…”

” secrets…
secRETS…SECrets…SecrETS… SECRETS!!!!”

To be continued soon…..

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