I am SÁRÀ; the new age's divinity

"Tell me, what did you know about me?" I masked my face with curiosity, hoping that I might get the answer this time. She stared at me and nodded, "You are..." "Sara... Sara! wake up you filthy animal, you look so much like the pig you feed, I'll give you five minutes to get yourself out here!" no! Not this time again. I've been clogged out of the dream. "Yes ma'am!" I replied shouting at the top of my voice I've had this dream repeatedly since I started to dream but it always ends here. "I am Sara ... the pig keeper," That's all I know about myself, not even my age, I'll have to guess. I pulled myself together as I quickly jumped off the bed before she called me again. Her name is Lisa, the third and the latest wife of my uncle, Mr Albert Anikulapo, he's very rich and popular. Lisa, sorry... Miss Lisa is the youngest but the biggest of Mr Albert's wives. She's hot-tempered and a few meters above the ground. "Yes ma'am, you called me," I knelt before her to show my respect, even tho she would be a few months older than me if I were not older. "Move closer," she said while scanning my dress from head to toe. This is too much! I felt uncomfortable with the look and I began to develop cold feet. I moved closer like she'd said, she dragged my clothes to bend me to her level and she slapped me on the face. I knelt that right from the time she had called me, I'll never go unpunished for answering late. "What were you doing in there when I called your name?" she asked. But wait, is this supposed to be a question? We all just woke up, and you're not even out of your bed yet. "I... was...," "Shut up! What did you want to say? You're just being lazy and irresponsible, as old as you are seeing the stink all the time, just like the pig you feed," she kept scanning my body with her bulgy eyeballs, I joined her to see if I truly looked unkempt. I wore a long and wide gown laced with a tie at the level of my waist to keep it fit so I won't strip off while walking. I tied my scarf as well, I had never plaited my hair, not even once. "You're just too dirty, go get me a glass of water first. And please, make sure you wash those dirty hands of yours before you get your hands on my stuff," she said after she was satisfied staring at me