African Women At War In Another Man's Land!.. A Blog Visitor Narrative

The situation described in this narrative is herewith referred to as ''Aduro''..where you chop one paper and go into freestyle confinement to get another one depending on.......

People caught in this situation are helpless and have no choice but to come together as one but when they turn each other and their open confinement into a war zone then wahala dey!

Imported gossip!

   Hello Aunty Stella,

I am a 26 year old African lady living in Germany, Wismar to be precise. I am an addicted blog visitor even though I comment under anonymous. I would like fellow blog visitors to advice me else i will do something really bad with a perhaps grave outcome.

           I live in an asylum house *Aduro* a place full of jealousy and undeserving insults from desperate fellows.

            Now the main issue is, a 23 year old pregnant lady came to live here in March. And in fact, the situation in which she found herself was bad: her husband was far away in Dortmund and she was without food utensils and nothing at all. She just came with a little bag. She started asking for various kinds of help from me, from foodstuffs to giving her directions to places, to watching movies in my room and to even buying stuff for her unborn baby. Aunty Stella if I told you into details the time, energy and money I have wasted on this girl eh, you would cry for me. She slowly crawled her way into my life that when I got my visa, I told her the exact number of years I was given. All this while, she was as humble as a child addressing me with the prefix ^sister^, not knowing she was a wolf in sheep’s clothing waiting to pounce on me.

             Now on 2nd June, this lady gave birth, in the hospital which I had given her directions to. As soon as she came home, she changed. She no longer called me sister. I didn’t mind. One time after bathing, having forgotten to open the bathroom connecting door, this lady came knocking furiously on my door and when I opened, she insulted me to the extent that I felt like crying.

           She soon started making friends with my ^enemies^, whom she at first was on just hello-hi terms with. They started gossiping about me which I happened to hear and she joined them to indirectly verbally abuse me.              

           Yesterday, she came back from town claiming to have gotten her visa and this time around started her verbal abuse directed at me because she claims she had more years than I got. Because of this, she has started ridiculing me together with my ^enemies^, who don’t even have a passport.

            Now my problem is this lady is really tempting me. For such a person that I took pity on and wasted my time, energy and money on to insult and ridicule me, I feel like beating the hell out of her, in fact to a pulp. Aunty Stella, it has gotten so bad that, I can’t enter the kitchen we all use without been insulted by this girl that I virtually upgraded into a modern day girl.

             Please fellow blog visitors I need advice, else any moment from now I am going to do the unthinkable.

*We are all from the same West African country.

*Please note that I am still in this house because I haven’t gotten an apartment yet in Hamburg.

Thank You.

*Women and wahala!

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