There is a house on Maryland Street, Cross
River State.
It has a blue roof and its body is painted
milky white.
This house is built on Secrets.

My father had just died three months earlier,
his body was not yet la!d to rest, this was
because we had no money.
“Poverty is a sin, how can he still roam this
earth when he’d departed long ago”?
Mama cried and wiped her eyes with the
edges of her old wrapper.
” Mama, you need to pull yourself together,
there would be a way out, just believe in
God” I tried to console her. I hated the way
we were, the way we lived, like rats caved in
a hole, we were as poor as that but that
never wavered my dreams, I had made up !y
mind to conquer poverty, and thati could only
achieve through education.
“I doubt if there is a way out of this one
Ajunwa, there is no way, no one is here to
help us, all your uncles have abandoned
their brother’s body to rot, I doubt if there is
a way out of this one” she sobbed louder.
I cried along with her, she was right, there
was no way out. I had finished secondary
school five years back, yet there was no
money for me to further my education. I had
hoped to find myself a job, but it was difficult
finding one talk more of keeping it for a long
“Mama, I will find a way out of this” I
inhaled deeply. I knew my mother would
object to the idea, but that was all I could do
to help her and my five little younger ones.
My best friend, Joy, had spoken to me about
it. Unlike myself, Joy was already in her final
year at the University of Calabar, under the
sponsorship of her wealthy Uncle whom I
was to work for.
“What way ehn? What way Ajunwa? I would
never allow you go into prostitution to save
this family” she sat upright and stared
deeply at me.
“No mother, it isn’t prostitution” I replied
“Then what”? She arched her brow.
” I want to be a maid” I replied quietly, that
was the only thing I could think of.
“He is gone, they are all gone” Nelson
rushed into his Madam’s bedroom, his boss’
wife was a very beautiful woman and he
found himself to be very lucky to have her as
his girlfriend.
He was a graduate of Mass Communication,
he had searched for a job for more than two
years, he got tired of searching and decided
to find gimslef something doing, that was
how he became Pastor Ita’s personal driver.
“Are you sure”? The beautiful Mrs Helen Ita
asked her lover.
” Yes, he left with the church driver’ Nelson
nodded eagerly, he couldn’t wait to devour
her body.
Helen Ita was in her mid forties but she
looked nothing like forty, though she had
mature kids, she still looked very young. She
was not !much of a tall woman but she had
a flawless and radiant milky white skin, well
rounded hips and large breasts and a face to
die for.
[B] “So what are you going to do to me
today”? Helen winked and dragged Nelson’s
slender body into her arms. She had grown
to love him, though he was younger than she
was, he made her feel young again, not her
fanatic husband who had no time for his
family but the church.

” I want to make you Pour, then I’ll lick you
all over again” he dragged her lips with his
teeth, she groaned and yanked his shirt off
him, revealing a nest of dark hairs, Nelson
was not just a good lover, he was a cute
“I love you” Helen whispered to him.
“I love you too” he replied and lifted her to
the bed. They didn’t usually make love in her
matrimonial bed, she had designated a
special room for that.
He caressed her neck for some minute, then
his mouth fell on her tits while his hands
rubbed her honeyed hips.
“Awwwww baby” Helen groaned as he
pleasured her.
His hands decided to explore her beautiful
body further, they found a place beneath her
abdomen, where she was already dripping for
“I can’t wait to feel you inside me” she
writhed as he touched her core with his
“Me too” he parted her legs and was ready
to plunge in, when something fell down from
the cupboard and she screamed as they both
found a decaying human hand.

To be continued


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