Chapter 5: Princess Dreams and Maid Realities

Ifeoma get driver wey dey carry am go school.

Omo, dem dey open gate for her like madam. Driver na old soldier, e dey greet her like queen.

Me, na keke napep I dey enter alone.

People for road dey push me, conductor dey shout. If I talk, dem go say make I commot.

Ifeoma wardrobe full with new clothes.

Every Saturday, her mama dey buy more. Sometimes, Ifeoma go throw some for me like say she dey pity me.

Me, na her old clothes I dey wear.

Sometimes e fit me, sometimes e no fit. I go just fold the sleeve, use belt hold waist.

Ifeoma dey live like princess.

Her birthday na for event centre. Her room dey shine, full with teddy bear and perfume. My own na just cockroach and old cartoon.

Me, na like house girl, just dey chop and sleep.

If visitor come, dem fit even send me to buy malt for junction. Nobody dey reason say na birthday pikin I be too.