When it comes to the issue of employing  house maids i'm scared stiff, ah! I don tire for dia wahala! The first ever maid I employed prior to my first delivery claimed to be 23years old. Blessing started off quite well  the first few weeks but I started noticing changes after I put to birth, her job description was basically cleaning the house and nothing more. She doesn't cook nor do my laundry, she doesn't even look after my little baby. 


Problem started when she felt her duty was to watch African megic(africa magic), oh yes! That's how she pronounces it, some chores will be half done and some untouched. Even when I send her to get the house chores done, she does them haphazardly so she can watch her beloved African megic. In a bid to take it easy with her not come off too controlling I didn't ban her from watching it but when she started grumbling and talking back at me when I complain of a poorly done job I knew she needed to leave Before she becomes my boss.

Shortly after my first maid left I got a new one. I decided she wasn't going to live with me, she started work few days into the month of October, she was dedicated and never bothered if there was a tv or not in the house. Trouble started when she started bringing her entire community clothes to wash in my house since I have a constant and steady water supply. I'm not against her using my water or clothe line but she took her laundry more serious than her work in my home. 

When I paid her December salary, she announced she wasn't returning after xmas break, upon further inquiry she said she wanted to get married. I was devastated but had no choice than to let her go. 

My husband decided I look for one from my hometown, I quickly sent a word to few relatives to get a matured girl for me  as I am strongly against child labour. A fifteen year old girl named Agi(short for Agnes) was sent to me after the festive season, I got her acquainted with her new home and nature of the job the following day after her arrival. She was so excited she was in the city...lol. she was dedicated to her work and was willing to do anything to further her education. We had an agreement with her parents.  she was going to rewrite her Senior secondary certificate exams which she failed at the first attempt. I enrolled her in extra mural classes which she attends every evening. Problem started when she started coming home late and upon investigations she was getting too comfortable with the street security guards. It didn't end there‎ her folks where bombarding us with heavy financial demands. The dad will call today and ask for money for his leaking roof. How much is it? I'll ask baba. 
N30,000 my daughter.
Haba! Baba do you want to re-roof your entire house? DH(darling husband) and I will send him the money. 
Mama not wanting to be left out will call almost immediately. 
"My daughter, I am the only one without the recommended lace and wrapper for christian mothers meeting, God alone will bless you if you send me N20,000 to purchase it". ‎Oh no! Here we go again....Gosh! we send her the money again to make it even. Agi's  siblings ain't left out as well they practically turned to us as there personal lord and saviour. We just had to bundle Agi back to her villa Before she runs us into debit mode.

While trying to figure out where next to get a maid my close friend came crying to me one faithful day, what happened? Oga gave maid belle. What?!?! This my friend in question has issues conceiving, you can imagine how devastated she was.  I consoled her and that alone got me scared again on a whole new level. I began to‎ hear even more scarier stories from fellow church members on how maids initiate kids into occultic activities and even sexually defiling kids. An old friend of mine once told me in confidence he was disvirgined by his maid when he was 10yrs and they kept having sex till he was 17yrs. That's utterly disgusting I must say.

I weighed the pros and cons of having a maid, the cons outweighed the pros and that's how I resolved never to have a maid again. I invested more on labor saving machines/equipements  and DH helps when and where he can as well. Not easy though with my multitude of kids...whew! Family planning that has always failed women since the days of Abraham. I'll gist you guys on that in my next post.


Cheers guys! you can also mail me your stories on your motherhood journey and i'll post them. ‎
Till I come your way again, bye!.
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The challenge of been a mom  doubles when the kids are all home from school, as easy it sounds getting Josh, Esther and Lydia to take a shower and change into their house clothes‎ doesn't ever happen so easily. My mother-In-law would always say it's only a phase and it'll pass...Gosh! I can't wait, like seriously.  


Josh and Prince will head straight to play games on the PS4, I knew it wasn't really a good idea when daddy got it for them. I scold and scream my lungs all in an effort to get them out of their school uniforms and have a shower. Grudgingly, Josh and Prince takes their bathe while I prepare a quick lunch for them. 

Esther and Lydia are quite used to the routine and are both ready for lunch while they watch Nick JR, God bless the makers of cartoon especially Dora the Explorer ...lol it can keep my Little girls quiet for several hours and there after would want me to join them on an adventure trip. 

While cooking, i'm constantly checking up on them at  intervals especially the hyperactive boys. Been alert is vital to all mothers, kids in a split second can hurt themselves. It all starts from curiosity, they want to try the impossible which often doesn't end well.

Within an hour i'm through with cooking and fed them, mind you it doesn't go easy as been explained too...lol. Prince needs to be fed by me while the rest help themselves. Teaching them basic table manners can never be over emphasized.
"Stop talking while eating"‎ is what I keep reminding them at every meal time. 

After lunch I send them inside to get there home work done while I load the washing machine ‎with the dirty clothes and tidy up the kitchen, it never goes smoothly as planned  Esther is always the first to come to mom reporting her siblings, i'll take a break and and settle their differences and return to my chores. Before I know it, it's already 6pm and it's time to make dinner, feed them, get the kids uniforms ironed and get them settled in bed by 9pm.

Whew! Finally I can have some rest, meditate and plan properly. Most times I feel I get myself over worked but the trials of having a maid in the house is an entirely different challenge. My next post will be on my ordeals of my maids I had in the past and why I chose to stay without one presently. ‎

See ya! Be nice to drop a comment. *kisses* ‎

As a working mom to four kids in Nigeria which is  a developing country in Africa is a tough challenge, with no domestic staff to assist with chores within the house i'm left with no other choice but to  wake up way earlier than the rest of the family members to make sure breakfast is ready, lunch is packed and ensuring everyone especially the kids are prepared for school Before 7am.
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      I just console myself while at it that my fellow women in the western world mostly don't have maids or nannies and they pull through quite well. But come to think of it, they have a government and an economy that works in favour of its citizens, a judicial system that protects their rights if need be and a legislative system that enforces the law but in Naija? Hmmmm...Na God be your helper oo...lol. 
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       The change we craved and clamored for is finally here, we are now keeping our fingers crossed it sees the light of the day. 
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      No doubt I love my job being a mom but it's tasking I must say but unwilling to exchange it for the priciest gold or diamond. 
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       While driving to drop the kids at school i'm faced another parenting challenge....whew! "Mom? Esther is in my space" that's Josh reporting his little sister. "Mom? Josh hit me" Esther is counter reporting, i'm trying as much as possible to be calm now not ruin all our morning. I warn both of them to be calm or I spank them.
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   Just to look through my rear view mirror i see the last of my kids waving at everyone we drive past, Oh Gosh! Why do all kids do this?  Thankfully, I was approaching the school premises. I can't wait to drop them off let me have few hours of my sanity. 
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     I head straight to my work place after dropping my children at school and won't have a minute rest until it's 2pm, thank God i'm considered a nursing mother. ‎I rush straight to pick them up again we off to the house, Esther, Josh, Lydia and Prince are all excited to see Mummy, they all want to tell me all the fun learning activities they had in school at the same. Within few seconds there is so much noice in the car cos each wants to be heard thereby screaming...oh no! not again. I ask them to keep quiet and tell them to tell me one after the other how there day went in school. 
Esther, "I don't like Aunty Yemi"‎
I asked "why?" "she talks too much"‎
Ah! That's not a nice thing to say about your school teacher. I corrected Esther‎.
Josh, you tell me about your day at school, mummy i'm famished! Josh answered.‎
That's Josh for you, he has a super healthy appetite.
Over to you Lydia, I trust my little Lydia, she loves nursery rhymes a lot. She sang several nursery rhymes and kept urging me sing along joyfully...lol. How on earth does she expect me to know all the songs when it's not the regular row row your boat kind of nursery rhyme we sang in our days?    ‎
 Prince the quiet one sees Lydia as a mini hero and always tries to imitate her....


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