a slave

When she was a little girl,
She always dreamt of being a teacher.
But what her father said was final
"My daughter, do what your father says, she knows what good for you." She said in a weak and troubled voice
Naseko was a slave in her fathers house.
The bride price had been paid and the cow had already been sold for her brothers school fees.
Finally the day come.
As usual, an old man, she would guess-tripple her age.
With no other option, she moved in with him
This time a slave in her own house

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