THE HOUSE 1

THE HOUSE 1

I woke up the next morning to sunlight on my face and I knew I must have slept through morning and it was about midday. For some reason mama didn’t wake me up and I wondered why.

I looked around the room and it took a few minutes for me to realise where I was and what has happened the previous night. I still didn’t get the idea of being a wife as I thought was all a dream. I would have swept the compound and made breakfast for mama and I if I was home but here I was clueless .

I looked around the room I slept in last night and realized Mr. Kunle was rich unlike father. The bed I slept on had a bed stand and mattress which was placed in the middle of the room unlike mama who slept on the mattress on the floor. There was a dressing table with a low stool a few meters away from the bed; mama never had a dressing table and we only kept our pomade and combs in basket with a broken mirror.

A table in the middle with as two chairs facing each other and wooden cabinet which my curiosity led me to open. It contained pieces of new fabrics, some clothes and traditional beads arranged neatly. Carefully closing it, my eyes surveyed the room and noticed the floor had a carpet and everything looked expensive from the curtains hanging on the door and the sheet spread on the bed.

Even the lantern looked expensive. The walls were made of thick rich red mud carefully crafted without a crack like ours back home and the roof was made with aluminium roofing sheets which really said a lot about how rich he is, as almost all the villagers used palm fronds for roofing. Well I didn’t care about how the room looked or how rich he was, I just wanted to be out of this marriage with an older man like him.




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