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I told them of my experience outside our compound, my mom asked me to follow the pavement that joins our house with mama Ngozi 's house, our caretaker's house, their Angela's house, and mummy Agatha's house to go down, in order to avoid me stepping into the mud.

My dad was like... so, I cannot match mud, as per queen Elizabeth or what? (That day, my dad was not in the mood to pamper me, because it was so unlike him, maybe someone provoked him the night before.)

As I walked further, I saw big baths of water outside, in front of mama Ngozi 's house and our caretaker's house, I successfully crossed mama Ngozi 's own bath, because there was no how I could follow it's side to pass. When I got to our caretaker's own bath, what I heard was: what are you trying to do? That question was from our caretaker. I am trying to pass.

'So, you're trying to cross my bath of water?' 'Are you okay?' 'Did you see why I said that they did not train you well?' 'How will you be trying to cross a bath of water that I want to drink?' (She was already talking too much, and I was running late. Asides that, I don't have time for our caretaker and her problems, so I just left her to spill all the rubbish from her mouth, and then I left for church.)

Because of her, I had to enter the mud, in the rain, to go to church.

To be continued…

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