Zawadi hummed in the kitchen. She removed the spaghetti from the cooker and drained it. She then finished making the spaghetti with chicken pieces she had been making.
Zawadi danced around the kitchen. There was nobody to watch her. Her body swayed to the music of Rafrik who was her current favourite musician. Her thin long braids swished under her maid’s cap.
When she was done she poured fresh cold orange juice into the 3 glasses. She took a plastic tumbler, poured some juice and sipped. It was good, very good. She was trying to make a new blend of fruit juices. She smiled a smile that lit up her face.
Zawadi put the juice on a try and went towards the sitting room. As she walked on the long corridor that led into the dining room she passed a mirror. The mirror showed her body for a split second before she passed it. Zawadi was a beauty. She was tall, around 5 foot, 9 inches. Her skin complexion was chocolate brown, she had black eyes with thick, long eyelashes, full lips smeared with Vaseline. She had the kind of face and body that a model would die for.
Zawadi was slender, a size 12 with small breasts but big hips and a nicely rounded bottom. You couldn’t really see her body in the maid’s uniform she was wearing. It was big and ugly, a yellow and white striped dress. It’s like somebody was trying to make sure you couldn’t see Zawadi in all her beauty. It was no accident, Madam Asila had ordered it that way.
Zawadi stopped smiling once she entered the dining room which lead into the seating room. Here the music of Rafik was loud, every beat clearly heard on the expensive Kenwood system.
Zosi and Zuwadia, madam Asila’s daughters were trying to dance to Rafrik’s latest video. They were clumsy dancers, they couldn’t keep the rhythm. Their friend Alex, from next door, was watching them dance. He had an amused expression on his face. He didn’t say anything to the girls about their dancing. He had a bottle of whiskey that he was talking sips from.
Alex brightened up when Zawadi came into the room. She just had that effect on men. They were always rushing to do things for her. He stood up, started walking towards her to get the tray from her.
Zesi saw Alex heading towards zawadi and immediately told her off. “Zawadi we do not pay you to stand around and have guests help you. Can you put the juice on the coffee table and go bring the food. My appetite has even disappeared. You are as slow as a snail and look like one too”
Zawadi put the tray on the glass table in the middle of the sitting room and walked away.
Zuwadia laughed and said out loud, “that stupid girl. Alex stop smiling with that silly maid from now on. She may start to get ideas. Remember that you are my boyfriend. I know you want to get into her pants. “ she sneered. “Believe me there is nothing interesting you will find there.”
Zawadi bit her lip as she heard those words. She didn’t know why Zesi and Zuwaida were so mean to her. She hadn’t done anything wrong. She wondered why they were so meant yet she was their step-sister. “oh grandma I miss you so much. I can’t believe father lets his family treat me so bad. I wish I could come back to stay with you.” She sobbed silently as she went back to the kitchen, her shoulders hunched.
Find part 2 here.
