Fatma’s admiration for her pristine, shiny surroundings has waned to a jaded tired feeling; two years and a half looked like an eternity.
Her excitement months ago has evaporated into a resigned feeling of just getting on with life so that she would earn and send money home to her folks in Ethiopia.
No one told her that her 3-year contract as a domestic help would turn into modern day servitude with hidden parameters.
Parameters that had not specified that every waking and breathing moment belonged to these people.
Parameters that had not specified the inclusion of the boss groping her at will.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
P.S. We’ll be having our monthly blog party tomorrow, 1st – 2nd of October. I’ll keep you posted.
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Very sad. I wish it wasn’t true.
xxx Massive Hugs xxx
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Unfortunately, it’s based on a true story. Have a beautiful weekend ahead. ((Hugs))
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This is both haunting and beautifully written, so sad that it is based on a true story
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No woman should have to endure this. Beautifully written, Jackie.
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Not at all, but it’s quite a common practice especially in some Middle Eastern and Asian societies.
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Wonderful!
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So sad, and so true…it happens every day. More should be said about it, I feel.
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It’s really a pity that poverty brings so much misfortune to a lot of people.
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Those are the stories we here back here from women that go to Middle East countries in the name of looking for work. So appalling.
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It’s sad!
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