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This particular wife, the wife whose home would be mine for the next year, could have at one time been referred to as my uncle’s arm piece. She was predominantly concerned with her physical appearance and in her younger years was able to turn eyes with her impeccable style of dress and shallow breed of charm. But in addition to her outward appeal, she was also a good cook. When I was living with my aunt and her children, my uncle would often stop by to eat dinner with us and then he would leave until the next time he was free to make a visit. Every time my uncle visited, I hoped he would see how badly I was being treated by his wife and her children, and show mercy on me by finally inviting me to stay in his home. But my aunt and nieces and nephews were always on their best behavior when he was present, out of the fear he’d cut off their financial support.
My aunt used to live in a nicer part of the city but when I moved into her home, she lived in the slums. The neighborhood consisted of very closely built rooms that were semi-connected as several small buildings that faced each other two by two. There were dirt alleyways up and down and across that created congested ins and outs, making it difficult to maneuver the space. The paths were very hilly and bumpy and during the rainy season, the water would pool everywhere, making the walk home a dance in which you’d have to skillfully hop and skip on uneven terrain to keep from getting mired in the mud.