They got married a year ago. Mansa and her husband Emma. For some reason, Emma came to live with Mansa in a house where I lived with my sick mother. It’s an apartment house but we know each other and talk to each other as families do. I was at their wedding and that was the first time I met Emma. He’s a beautiful man. I had a lot of respect for him until recently.

Mansa lives with Baaba, a house help who also serves as a salesgirl for the shop she owns in town. This girl lives with them so she serves them every morning before going to the shop and in the evening when she comes home, she cooks their meals and does other things that will keep the house running. Baaba came to live here four years ago when Mansa hadn’t met Emma.

Baaba came to me one evening to tell me what was troubling her. Before she let the cat out of the bag, she made me make a promise. A promise not to tell anyone until she’s ready to talk about it. I asked her, “So why are you telling me then?” She said, “I just need to talk to somebody.

According to her, one night when she was sleeping, Emma came to her room with a request. The first time he entered her room in the night like that, he didn’t say anything or touch her. He lay next to her and started sniffing her butt. Yeah, he tried burying his nose in between her butt crack and sniff whatever was there to sniff. She said she felt something around her butt and that made her wake up to see Emma. She said Emma begged her not to make a noise and told her, “I’m not going to do anything to you but just allow me to sniff and go.”

She sat on her bed and begged him to leave her alone. She was scared. There is fire where she came from and doesn’t want anything to send her back home so she pleaded with him silently and asked him to leave her alone. Emma didn’t go. He begged for a minute’s worth of butt-sniffing. That was the only thing that would make him leave.

Baaba convinced him to give her some time to think about it. “After that, I will allow you to do it. Maybe, when Madam is not around.”

The man left her in peace but since then, Baaba has always lived in fear around the house. It was the reason she ran to tell me about it.

She hasn’t agreed but Emma hasn’t stopped. He steals her panties, especially the dirty ones. Whenever they are alone in the house, he would beg her to allow him a sniffing chance.

One afternoon, Emma walked into the bathroom where Baaba was bathing and locked the bathroom door. Mansa wasn’t around. According to Baaba, Emma knelt on the bathroom floor and started begging her for a chance to sniff. “You know I’m not asking for sex. I won’t rape you or harm you. Just a minute to sniff.”

Goats do that a lot. Dogs too. I’d never heard the history of it, that a man won’t want sex but only sniffing opportunity. Looking at Baaba and how miserable she looked broke my heart. I told her, “Tell your madam before things get out of hand. When your madam gets to know it, she will cage him from coming to you. Mansa is a strong woman and I know what she can do.”

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She told me, “She might send me away. You know my story. You know the house I was in before I found this opportunity. If she sends me away, that would be the end of me. I won’t have a future again.”

I told her to relax. I know Mansa and how principled she is. If she gets to know what is going on, it’s the husband she would send away. I tried telling Baaba to be bold and tell Mansa. “If you tell her before she gets to find out herself, you’ll stay. She would rather send the man away, trust me.”

Baaba doesn’t want to be the reason her madam’s marriage would be over so she doesn’t want to bring her madam in on what is happening. She has become a shadow of herself. She walks around looking over her shoulders. A shadow falls on her and she shudders, thinking it is Emma coming to sniff her butt. I told my sick mom about it. She’s a mother. Mothers usually have solutions.

She told me, “No one will win if she tells her madam about it. The marriage might end but her madam won’t keep the girl who is the reason for her divorce around. She would send her away and begin again, without the object that will constantly remind her of her failed marriage.”  I asked my mom what Baaba should do and she told me, “She should buy herself some time, save enough money and be ready to be on her own when push comes to shove.”

If I give this advice to Baaba, she might start stealing from her madam. Steal some money before the truth comes out. Indeed, no one will win when the truth comes out but I don’t like who Baaba has become; joyless, moody, a shadow of who she used to be.

We talked recently and she told me, “I’ve fixed my door lock. The bathroom lock has also been fixed with my own money. My madam has asked questions. Maybe she’s suspecting something. I’m trying my best so one day when the truth comes out, she would know though I didn’t tell her about it, I did something about it.”

I asked her if Emma had come around recently and she told me, “Yes. I was in the kitchen cooking with my back facing the doorway. He came to hold my butt cheeks open and tried to put his head there. I gave him a back kick with my leg but he didn’t leave. He stayed to help me in the kitchen. We didn’t talk to each other.”

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Nothing has changed. He continues stealing her panties, the ones she washes and hangs on the dry line. Every little opportunity he gets, he tries to bring the goat in him out. I won’t tell Mansa about it. It’s not mine to tell, my mom has told me that but it worries me and makes me question a lot of things. To Mansa, she’s happily married to a good man. To Baaba, Mansa’s happy marriage steals her joy and makes her wish Mansa did not marry or bring a goat home as a husband. Through all this, I’m only an observer, waiting to see the end of this story. Who wins and who loses?

—Jenny

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