Late last year, I took to Facebook to inform my Facebook friends that I'd be releasing a maiden series called "The Girl Next Door." It's with great joy that I present to you the first episode of this inspiring and revealing series.
Don't be surprised by what you'd discover as the story unfolds. I can confidently tell you that these are happening in our everyday lives. It's my hope that this story will inspire and teach us some valuable lessons.
Abigail shrugged and regarded her. “Not sure – you know what they say. When a woman cuts her hair, there’s no going back and as in your case, when she’s not married, she’s indirectly saying she’s not interested,” she said.
Twumwaa gave a short laugh. The mirror reflected the spear like look in her eyes to her favourite maid. “Those are just fallacies. If a man is meant for you, he will notice you whether you have a long hair or short hair. It’s about what makes me comfortable and confident. So, don’t believe everything you hear,” she said.
“Everything?” Abigail asked. Abigail dipped the mop into the water, a few steps away from Twumwaa’s bed and began to mop up the floor in a methodical manner.
Abigail began to make a humming sound, “take it to the Lord in prayer.”
“That’s not true and you know it. Each time you hum such tunes, you always have something to say, so what is it?” Abigail hesitated for a while, “alright, I don’t want you to think that I’m being a gossip, ma’am I just heard there’s”
“First of all, do not call me ma’am, I’m not my mother. Second, and for the record, I don’t think you are a gossip, ever. We’re friends, remember?” Twumuwaa interrupted her.
“Is everything okay with you, child?” “Just that yesterday, I overheard ma’am say something over the phone.”
Twumwaa arched her brow. “What did she say?” “That, things aren’t okay right with you- that she’s trying so hard to get through to you but you just wouldn’t budge.”
Twumwaa grunted. She has always liked Abigail and considered her as a sister, the one she never had, even though Abigail is much older than her. But the awareness that she possess intimate details about her ordeal disturbed Twumwaa.
She has an idea of how maidservants like to huddle in hidden coners, whispering about their employers. The last thing she needed was any form of rumour spreading about her life.
For a moment, she wished she had not cut her hair. But she did that just to get her mother of her back. Her mother has, over the past two weeks worried her to go out to the saloon and get her hair done, when all she wanted to do was to stay at home after she has taken some time off work. Now, it seems Twumwaa has found a way to get her mother of her back.
Stay tuned for the next episode
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