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Dear Stella,

This is an eye-opener for mothers who entrust the safety of their
children solely to the hands of maids or send them away to boarding
houses without finding time to bond with them to curtail excesses.
I was about 6 years old and attended thesame school with a family
friend's children (5 and 8years old). They lived closer to the school
and usually when their maid comes to pick them, she would take me to
their house till my mum returns from work in the evening to take me
home.

The house maid was very mean to me. Many times she wouldn't give me
food or water to drink. If i dared to ask, she would yell at me to go
and drink water in my house!... I had to stay hungry from about 2pm
till 7pm when i got back home.

Things were really tough for us while growing up and most times i
would stay hungry till i got home to a bowl of soaked garri and salt.
This family i stayed with had a 15 year old son who was in the
boarding house. One of the days we returned from school, he was
around.

I usually would play with the 5year old while the 8year old was quite
weird for that age. He very much liked to pinch, scratch or bite me
everytime i refused to go play with him inside the room or allow him
lay on top of me!

I practically had to sit alone watching muppet babies as soon as i
realised even the 5year old was always in the room playing.
One day, i got really bored after the maid deliberately turned off the
Tv. So i thought to go find my playmates.I got to their room door and
found the boarding house brother 'kissing' the 5year old and his hand
was under her small dress.I stood there unsure of what was happening
until i heard the maid call out my name from behind.

That was the only day she gave me food which was Beans and Dodo. It
all didn't make sense until many years later when i understood what
went on....

I never figured why the 8year old boy always tried forcing himself on
me or his angry reactions if i refused going to the dark room to
play.Their parents were barely around and the maid was the dominant
person in that house.

I knew something wasn't right so i began to go outside their front
porch and play with sticks and stones rather than stay in thesame
house with them.The maid would try forcing me to 'play' with the 8year
old and in my defence, i also began to scratch him when he tries his
weird acts on me.

I know not many kids got lucky escaping such but i needed to tell my
story so we can be more careful with our kids and maids.It's been
over 25years now and honestly i hope those kids made things right and
outgrew whatever demon was living on their inside.

Incest is real and very destructive. We need not shy away from
addressing this. So many lives have been messed up by siblings,
cousins, uncles, aunts and parents...

*I dont get it,why are some maids so wicked????Why????