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    Episode 1

    When I asked her her name, her reply was
    simple – “Esther”. I didn’t remember to ask
    for her last name and she never told me. So
    I just knew her as Esther. From that
    moment when she walked into my living
    room for the very first time ever, I never
    stopped feeling that there was something
    rather awkward about her. She just did not
    add up for me at all; for reasons I just
    couldn’t place a finger on. It wasn’t
    because of her appearance – she was
    unimaginably decorous and well-mannered.
    It wasn’t about how she spoke too, for she
    was eloquently tailored. It wasn’t even
    about her poise, because she looked
    generally compact, and easily beamed in
    smiles if there was any reason to. So it
    wasn’t any of those at all, and I was very
    sure it wasn’t. But what it was, I still
    couldn’t tell. All I could tell was that Esther
    was different. Of all the housegirls I had
    ever kept in my home, she was totally
    distinctive. And apart from the seeming
    mystery that surrounded her person, she
    was also different in so many other ways.
    I was expecting a girl quite alright. A
    housegirl. Of which, I had told my mum who
    was at the village, to help me find someone.
    The last two girls I had stayed with, were all
    from her, and they were really really good
    girls. They only had to leave and return
    back to their parents just because their
    people wanted them back and not because I
    wanted them to leave. So, I’d be right if I
    say that I have had a bit of luck with
    housegirls and was yet to experience all the
    bad things a lot of fellow mothers keep
    telling me about staying with house-helps.
    Moreover, my mom is a generally shrewd
    person, and has never been one to work by
    assumptions. She always says she’s never
    failed to visit the girl’s home as well as
    speak with people who know her before
    deciding on bringing her to stay with her
    daughter. And it has always paid off
    I was on my first issue, after two
    pregnancies (lost my first child just after
    birth), and having these girls at the time
    made things much simpler for me. So,
    barely days after the last one left my house,
    I began pestering my mum – who was also
    staying with me as at that time – to help
    me get another girl. She agreed.
    It was just a day after she had left for the
    village, that Esther knocked on my door.
    While it felt strange, given mum could have
    barely been able to find a girl in just 24
    hours, I eventually relaxed when she
    explained that it was my mother that
    directed her to my place. Moreover, mum
    had no cell phone, as I hadn’t bought her
    one yet – bearing in mind how expensive it
    was back then in 1999 – so it was just
    difficult to confirm what the young lady
    before me was saying.

    But considering how desperate I was for a
    housegirl, I knew I needed to accept her in;
    even with the apparent oddities surrounding
    her person. She indeed looked very different
    from the other girls that had stayed with
    me; even in looks too. She was distinctly
    good-looking, sharply contrasting what I
    had ever had in my house; with very thick
    eye brows that beautifully curled in at every
    facial expression she made.
    Her skin was peculiar too; caramel brown in
    precise; as against that of the previous girls
    who were very fair. She appeared older as
    well, and did confirm she was 22, when I
    asked; and with an SSCE certificate (the
    previous girls were only 17 and 19
    respectively, and hadn’t even seen the walls
    of a school before coming to stay with me).
    So for Esther, her desire was to be put
    through the higher institution and not to
    learn a trade like the other girls. And
    equally unlike these ones who were Ibo, she
    was Efik!
    Anyways, Esther’s sojourn in my house
    would begin with a beautiful reward – her
    exceptional diligence at carrying out chores
    around the house! She was simply good!
    From doing dishes, up to more tasking
    chores like washing my husband’s car; she
    always carried them out without complain.
    This was what began endearing me to her.
    And by the time I did realize she was also
    very trustworthy, and truthful, I quite knew I
    had not just a housegirl, but a companion!
    I began to make her feel more comfortable
    around me, bringing her into my bedroom
    for long chitchats after dinner, just before
    bedtime. That still didn’t make her any less
    respectful, and she carried out every single
    instruction I left her with, without any
    complains or excuses. Our relationship grew
    so much, that even my own little kid, began
    preferring her over me! As little as he was,
    he would cry so much anytime Esther tried
    handing him over to me in order to carry
    out one task or the other. While it
    sometimes looked embarrassing, it also felt
    really good knowing that your housegirl
    was indeed one your kid felt very
    comfortable around.
    This certainty, cemented my rapport with
    her. And it only got better the day I heard
    her singing in the bathroom, while taking
    her bath! It turned out to be beautiful
    coincidence given she was actually singing
    Shania Twain’s ‘Wild And Wicked’; a song I
    had loved from the first day I heard it!
    Moreover, it wasn’t just about hearing the
    song, but the striking similarity between her
    voice and that of the actual lady who did
    the song! Being someone who isn’t exactly
    blessed with a wonderful voice, I have
    grown to cherish a beautiful one whenever I
    find it! Esther’s voice was simply
    immaculate, and I didn’t hesitate to heap
    praises on her as she stepped into the
    living room after bathing and changing
    “Thank you ma.” she said, smiling and
    revealing her ever radiant set of teeth.
    I expected her to go on and explain from
    which of her parents she got the gift of
    singing from, but she didn’t. Esther never
    talked about her parents, and I was even
    scared to ask her, lest it all went south.

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    Episode 2

    Expectedly still, I wasn’t the only one who
    found Esther’s case rather curious.
    My husband Fredrick also did. Fredrick
    wasn’t home when Esther joined us, as he
    was on one of his many field assignments –
    he works with a telecoms company as a
    fiber optic technician.
    But when he returned home, he was quick to
    observe that she was indeed strange! He
    first noted that it was incredibly hard to get
    her annoyed or even worked-up, as she
    literally spends her entire day spotting a
    graceful smile or two! And on a second
    note, that she had a rather queer level of
    innocence about her! This particular second
    point was something I couldn’t understand
    at first, until the day she unintentionally
    barged into our bedroom on a certain
    afternoon, while we were having s*x! Oh
    dear! It had to count as the most
    embarrassing moment of my life as I had
    never been ‘crossed’ while having s*x, ever
    She actually came in to pick up a feeding
    bottle for our little boy. And funny enough,
    she still went ahead to search and locate
    the bottle, after saying a simple sorry,
    before eventually leaving with it! While I
    didn’t know how to feel afterwards as I was
    quite caught between laughing and getting
    pissed, Fredrick did feel a little upset about
    it, and further asked me to warn her about
    intruding into our privacy!
    Esther didn’t look like she knew she had
    done anything wrong. She even explained
    that she had knocked on the door before
    coming in and thought she heard someone
    say she was free to step in! Gracious
    I had to wonder if it were my m0ans that
    sent her that rather stupid message! But
    then, if the s*x incident was a bit of a
    misunderstanding, how was she going to
    explain all the other unexpected visits to my
    own room that followed? – mostly when I
    was either changing clothes, or dressing up
    to leave!
    And on each occasion, all she would say
    was sorry, while still going on to do
    whatever it was that had brought her in
    there! In fact, I did catch her throwing
    glances at a semi-Unclad me once, and it
    wasn’t until I openly told her that I was still
    waiting for her to leave the room so that I
    could resume dressing, that she then
    bothered employing any kind of haste.
    All the same, I didn’t exactly find these
    things a big deal like Fredrick was already
    Guess I was being softened by how
    generally good she was to the family. After
    all, it wasn’t like I was a man to which it
    could have been suggested that she was
    trying to ‘s£duce’ me into sleeping with
    her. I was a woman like her, and if there
    was to be any worries, it had to be with the
    man of the house, Fredrick. Or so I thought!
    Surely, Fredrick as the case may be, wasn’t
    just aware of how much of a companion
    Esther had become to me since she arrived.
    She had made his usually lengthy absence
    less of a negative impact. Gone now were
    the days where I just had to go to bed very
    early solely because I felt terribly lonely and
    bored! Even trying to engage him on long
    calls on such nights, usually turned out
    impossible as most areas he was usually
    posted to were often yet to get connected
    to the GSM network! So with Esther, I had
    several other reasons to stay up.
    We would talk about a lot of things and
    laugh to every silly pass I made. It was also
    during this period that we formed the very
    addictive habit of seeing movies every
    single day!
    Something we both kept telling ourselves
    we only did just to fight boredom. But then,
    it soon became an obsession, and there
    was no day that passed without me sending
    her to a ‘Movie Club’ to hire one or two
    VCR tapes we were going to watch later
    that night! The usual schedule would then
    be, bathe my baby; breastfeed him for the
    night; have my own bath; see the hired
    movie while taking dinner; then go to bed!
    Talk of a really strait-jacket approach to
    Esther did have a little bit of difference to
    hers as she would usually be making dinner
    while I bathed my kid – Kennedy. She would
    also begin serving the food just after I had
    begun breastfeeding him, and would wait
    for me to finish and bathe, so that we both
    could eat and see the movie together.
    However, this was also when I noticed that
    she probably couldn’t wait enough to be a
    mother too someday, given how often I
    would find her looking at my lactating
    breasts while breastfeeding Kennedy!
    She would keenly watch as my son sU-
    Ckled away, but instantly turn the other way
    whenever I purposely try catching her doing
    so. But then, within me, it made me really
    happy, as I only could wish she got married
    someday and to a very good man. I had
    never heard her say anything about boys
    though, but I did conclude as at then, that
    she was probably only being modest. After
    all, from the much I had seen her body;
    especially on those early mornings when I
    usually went into her room to wake her up
    for the day, thus meeting her either semi-
    Unclad or very scantily clad; she was just
    too blessed to go without finding a man!
    Her body looks incredibly firm and shapely;
    with her breasts so round and unyielding;
    defying all the laws of gravity!
    Seeing her those early mornings always
    reminded me of all the lovely things that
    come with being young and beautiful. Just
    the perky nature of her cones alone, and the
    ever erect status of her Tips, were usually
    enough to bring all the memories of being a
    youth, rushing back into my head!

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    Episode 3

    However though, I do recall that it was on
    one of Fredrick’s many trips away from
    home, that my curiosity with regards to
    Esther’s private life, suddenly began taking
    a more prominent position on my list of
    interests! She was 22, so very much an
    adult. But yet, I wasn’t seeing any signs to
    actually suggest so. She was obviously
    through puberty and had quite developed
    finely as a young woman, but then, hardly
    were there any ‘girly’ moments! No requests
    for sanitary pads; no menstrual cramps;
    not even the customary mood swings! Just
    nothing! I couldn’t tell when she was on her
    period or out of it, despite being a mother
    and close to her! Simply because there were
    no clues to knowing so!
    And my concerns only tripled the day I
    subsequently witnessed her encounter with
    a neighbour’s son who had been away for a
    very longtime. He was back and was
    probably trying to reacquaint himself with
    the neighbourhood, when he came across
    Ordinarily, one would expect the undeniably
    handsome lad to want to strike up
    conversation, and then the girl likely
    responding and flirting with him then and
    again. But nah, Esther didn’t do the later.
    I was outside spreading Kennedy’s napkins
    as this went on, and I was rather very
    disappointed to see her totally turn around
    while smiling, but abandoning the boy right
    on the spot. I was further hurt when I
    equally eventually realized, that she didn’t
    even know I was outside, thus she didn’t
    actually treat the boy that way out of fear
    of me reprimanding her! Instead, she did it
    all for a lack of interest!
    Then followed the movies. As we began
    seeing more and more movies, I began
    noticing how blank she usually went
    whenever there was a s*x scene playing out
    on the screen. Not like I was hoping for a
    very particular reaction, but then I was
    going to think that a girl her age would
    usually want to either discuss what she was
    seeing, or do everything to conceal her
    inevitable arousal. Just like I did when I
    was her age. But no, Esther wasn’t the kind.
    She would basically sit there and stare into
    the screen with the least possible sign of
    interest as whatever guy it was in the
    movie, smooched away with his female
    counterpart. Her next glow would only come
    on, just after such scene was done and
    passed on. And this made me begin to
    suspect that she was probably sexually
    frigid, as unfortunate as that may seem!
    How so painful it felt that a girl as beautiful
    as herself was likely facing a situation like

    And for several weeks, if not months, Esther
    kept on with the ‘blankness’ as we
    continued with the daily movie watching! It
    wasn’t until about Fredrick’s fourth trip
    since after her coming, that I picked up the
    courage to ask her specifically, if she had
    ever had a boy in her life.
    “No ma.” she replied grinning.
    “You mean no boy ever tickle you for belle
    before?” I re-twisted, trying to get her to
    open up.
    She broke into a long laughter, before still
    giving the same answer – no boy!
    I gave up. She was certainly telling the
    truth – no boy. But I totally lacked the
    balls to push further. I still didn’t know if
    she was indeed frigid or just didn’t really
    have interest in a relationship as at yet. I
    wished I could know these things, but I just
    didn’t know how to ask her without looking
    like I was forcing her development. I also
    didn’t want to look like the mistress who
    ‘pushed’ her maid into the mucky waters of
    boys and players! She was still very young,
    so definitely had a lot of time ahead of her
    for whatever decision she had to take.
    Moreover, there was still the tertiary
    entrance exam before her, which she still
    needed to pass. So, when I couldn’t get any
    real facts to conclude my hypothesis, I gave
    Yet, that same day I had asked her if she’s
    ever had a boyfriend, did mark the
    beginning of a sudden but obvious change
    in Esther’s choice of movies! Given I usually
    left the choice of what movie to bring home
    on hire to her, she had always brought
    home movies of any genre she liked; albeit
    all of them.

    To be continued

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    Asemota ogie benita
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    Maybe she is a lesbian

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    Mz Unique
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    She might be a lesbian

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    Seriously, she might be a lesbian. Very interesting though.

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    Lesbian or virgin.

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