My Husband Turned Me To His Maid

When people say life is not a bed of roses I wonder why it is they do. Life can be a bed of roses, yes with little thorns but roses all the same. I grew up in the best family and like every other family mine had it's flaws but it was still the best. I had everything I wanted when I was growing up.

I was taken to the best of schools and given the best of clothes. I was spoilt along side my two elder sisters both in the States now with their own family. I came back recently to my own country to start up my own hospital. It is a good choice as now I'm closer to my parents something I've always wanted although it was a very scary choice to make.

Nigeria is not the best of places to live in, neither is it the worst of places I must confess. The challenges in this country are numerous but with the money you don't get to notice it. You see, only the poor Complain, the rich don't because in this country money rolls the dice and those who have it get to sit and watch the dice being rolled in their favour.

The rich would barely complain and this is not be cause they do not live in the same situation or the economy just so happens to be different for them. They don't complain because money makes the state of the economy less palatable. When I mean the rich I mean the very wealthy for example politicians. There is something we call old money but I won't get into details.

I built my hospital within 6 month's and it has reached the standard I wanted it to be not the best yet though,  but hopefully it will get to the best soon. Money might be powerful but it couldn't exactly buy time with it. At least not enough time.

You must be wondering how it is that a new graduate gets to build a hospital within months, well my dad is one of the people with the wealth of Nigeria. Honorable Obinna Ekene the people's senator as he likes to call himself so happens to be my father and He makes things turn around.

I should be happy you know, yes, I have had the best of everything but still there is still this longing d.e.s.i.r.e in me like I have nothing at all and I don't know how that is possible when I have everything by human standard. Money, family, education. So why then did I sometimes feel empty? If I did have everything.

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