Partie 1 : Son Oncle à fait d'elle une domenstique au lieu de la scolarisée.

"If you like my uncle, it's been 3 years since I left the village to study at home, but you still haven't told me anything." "Who is here, you place it at the kitchen and not in a classroom, then you'll have the seats." The story opens on the landscapes, luxuriant in Adeta, a village niched in a green screen where nature seems to breathe in harmony with its inhabitants. Contrarily, in the air, Adeta offers this day a spectacular and blueish day, a sky of a completely untouched blue, without the slightest trace of dust. On the plombings of the hills of a deep green, it is in this idyllic frame, the place where a light, particularly light, that a young girl named Emma lives her crazy fate. The place where the obinah was a very weak, her arrival in nature was a visual shock in this green room, a symbol of broken success, coming from the Macoco's far-fetched far-fetched window. The study of a famous senator, perfectly laced, and of the hot springs in which the brilliance was rivalized with the sun's rays, the obinah had a consistent energy. He wanted all the village to understand that the great city had been generous with him, in the importance of sacks and moths, he settled in the room of Emma's family, with the plombing man who brought the solution to a problem that parents had not yet formulated. Emma's family did not know the absolute misery, but this poor girl is more than anyone who works without a relapse, without ever paying attention to the arrival of the comfort. His father repaired the bikes, as his mother sold arachids and the fish in the edge of the road, fighting to nourish six children in a world where everything is still a bit. Emma was the second of the factory, and the only daughter, a child whose intelligence broke down with a cleater as fast as the sky of the state. She had been the first of her class since the beginning of her school. Her sister Triss had even taken the plume to write in red, on her last bulletin, that this child had a talent that had no pretext to be wasted. His parents, in liaising his words, had felt the faithfulness of the language to not have the means to support such a promise. It is then that while the obinat, with his routine journey ahead of the house, fixed his proposal, Miracle. He would take Emma to Makoko to write in a prestigious school. She would live with him, and would go to the house as a child of the family, and would receive in return the education that his parents could offer him. The parents of Emma, after having prayed and longed to discuss, looked at their daughter. Emma, in silence, listened to this conversation that decided to come. In 15 years, she possessed this pure audacity of those who have not yet understood that confidence may be a trap. Her mother, lui, très salle les cheves, avec une tendresse infinie sous le ciel pure d'adètat. Her father, lui, remis 200 naira, tout ce qu'il possédait, en lui demandant de les rendre fier. Elle monta dans la voiture, persuadée que le chemin vers la réussite était aussi dégagé que l'horizon de son village. Le voyage se termina devant une imposante demeure à Makoko. Pour Emma, habituée au maison ouverte d'adètat, cette édifice de deux étages était un château. Mais l'accueil fut glacial. Tantamara, la femme de l'oncle obinat, l'attendait sur le seuil. C'était une femme compacte, dont les traits semblait sculpté pour n'exprimer que le jugement. Elle ne vit pas en Emma une nièce à protéger, mais une pièce supplémentaire a disposé dans sa mécanique domestique. Sa première question fut brutale. Et tu fortes ? Emma répondit oui, sans savoir que cette force serait testée jusqu'à l'épuisement. La maison était luxueuse, avec son salon carolée et sa grande télévision. Mais Emma comprit vite que ce décor n'était pas le sien. On lui interdit de sa soir sur les chaise du salon. La première semaine, elle attendit avec impatience, que l'on évoque les formalités d'inscription à l'école. Elle se rendait utile, cherchant à prouver sa gratitude par de petites attentions. Elle pensait que son dévouement lui ouvrirait les portes des salles de classe. Mais à Makoko, le silence sur son éducation devant la règle. Elle observait les routines de la maison, l'ombre du portail cadmassé, et la froideur de Tantamara, s'entend peu à peu que la promesse de longs clobinats s'évaporait dans l'air saturé de la ville.