Imagine I own this mansion, or I'm daughter to the wealthy family, that lived in it. My God! I'd be the happiest person on earth, and I'll definitely not be bothered, about Mr. Okuku's silly marriage proposal, that mama is already considering. As I continued to stare at the beautiful mansion, that'd caught my attention, from the taxi, that was to take me to the house, where I was supposed to work as a maid. "Please stop! This is the house." I said, as I tried to stop the taxi man, that'd almost driven past the same mansion that I admired. Then, I quickly looked down again, at the piece of paper that I'd placed on my lap that contained the address of my employer, that Madam Rukky, the recruitment agent had given to me, to confirm my claim. It was the same structure; I met as a child, when I'd been brought years ago, to work for the rich business couple. It's being over ten years; I remembered being convinced, to enter into this "thing" as I called it, by a woman that'd brought me, who had to tell me that it was heaven, before I'd agreed to enter because I was so scared of the size of the house. I was only nine years old at the time; the mansion was a wonder to me, since I'd never seen a house so gigantic, with big pine trees around it; when it wasn't a farm. I still remembered the cool breeze that blew softly, the colored petals in a pot that almost resembled the one, we drank from, in my home at Gboku village, but I was later told, it had a white-man's name, by Ejiri, the only daughter of the rich couple, that I'd nicknamed "oyinbo girl."