Chapter 6: First-Class Maid

When I reach fifteen, my oga review me again, give me pass mark.

Chief call me for veranda, look me from head to toe. I kneel down, greet am well. As e nod, I feel small pride for chest.

Old madam praise me: "Nobody dey obedient like this girl. She dey do work before we even talk. Make her first-class maid, let her serve young master."

As I kneel, my hand dey shake, but my heart dey dance like masquerade for festival. From beast of burden, I don climb small. To serve young master, na big position.