Chapter Eleven

“How was work on your first day?” I laughed at her. Her enthusiasm made me smile.

Yes, just like my brother I found myself parked in front of my parent’s house. I had laughed at my brother and before I even left the car, I laughed at myself for being my brother unwillingly.

“It was fun, although my head is buzzing Samantha’s voice.”

“Who is Samantha?”

She asked, instructing me to sit while I watched her cook. It was in our African blood to cook and take care of our families no matter how busy our days had been.

“The lady at the reception and the face of the company, she can sell a stone to you wrapped in a ribbon and believe it or not you will buy it because of her personality.”

We both laughed. My dad came in holding a glass I think he wanted some water but joined us in the kitchen.

“Mwatandala uli? (How had your day been?)” I asked my dad.

“Natandara makora, kwali imwe? (I had a fine day, how about you?)” He replied.

“As I was saying Samantha speaks so well about the company and it’