Among all staff, Ngozi was my favorite, my personal housemaid, quiet, diligent, prayerful, loving my children fiercely, carrying gentleness that softened our loud, opulent household daily, consistently, patiently, faithfully, always.
I slapped my housemaid and threw her into cold darkness at midnight because I found my missing underwear wrapped inside her Bible, never imagining that single strike signed my fate. If I had known that slapping her equaled signing my death warrant, I would have washed her legs reverently and drunk the water without hesitation…
