Black mistress

Prayer

“The Archbishop couldn't help it, at the cemetery. I just hope he forgives the young fellow who threw banger at him”he said to Miriam as she wanted to welcome him. “the young fellow is such a dunce,untamed creature ”he continued.Miriam sat down opposite to him without an invitation. The dining hall has a width of 30cm and 1200cm length, Miriam was sitted at the edge of the table on an alloyed chair ,expecting her own share of meal not minding what Mrs seraphina demanded her to wear to dinner, although it was not dawn yet.She sat down smiling, as the maid came to attend to her “please, I need jellof spaghetti with two beef and a cup of vanilla ice cream”she clasped her hand together as a sign to the maid to show how grateful she is. She know she loves food and she cant risk it for any reason. She has once ate a Nigeria meal, which she called the “satisfiable saviour ”.it was a pounded cooked cassava ,with a melon soup,which is known as ‘Egwusi soup ’.It was at work, where she met a Nigeria young Man who introduced her to the meal …that meal served her for the whole day. 

  “how are you feeling?young lady”Mr Reuben asked her as he arranged himself to devour the meal infront of him. “Better than then,Sir ”Miriam responded as she folds her arm waiting for the hungry cathechist to say his prayer before meal. Surprisingly, he picked up the cutleries and was about to cut down the roasted chicken to have a taste of it “Dear, cathechist, you forgot to say the prayer before meal, wanted to join you ”she commented as she stare hardly at him to see his reactions. “if you observed, am prepared already ”she added and smiled with her eyes. His eyes went dim and a look at his face, it could be decipher how shameful he was to be reminded to say the‘prayer before meal ’he wanted to be seen as a saint, but he seems like a demon clothed in white, he could not even looked up to appreciate Miriam for the reminder …stupefied to say any word, she continued,“I would help out”she shrugged her shoulders and clasped her hands tightly together before her chest, “by the way I grew up in a convent for two years old, when I was fifteen years old ”she said as she slowly closed her eyes. Mr Reuben saw her glittering face sitted far opposite him, a humble and loyal daughter of an unknown father. 

“In the name of the father ,and of the son and of the Holy spirit”she said and designed the sign of the cross on her forehead, two shoulders and chest. ” Bless the food, oh Lord, as we are about to recieve your bounty, through christ, our Lord .Amen”she unclasped her hand and open her eyes…“Amen”he joined.Miriam noticed that Mr Reuben could not eat properly, she requested her food should be brought to the guest room, wise enough to leave him to his hunger.Mr Reuben lost his appetite, he was lost in thoughts.

Seraphina hidden at the cliff, writing what she knows best, giving herself the best shot, typing with her laptop ,responding to clients and sending emails ,keeping herself busy .A copywriter she is, she transfers pdf to written work ,edit, review and comment on any new app. Works remotely,love staying alone with her laptop .She knew Miriam want to stay in the mansion but can not figure it out,why she wants to stay? she is not a harsh being ,she is polite, kind and transparent.

Her father who is the prime minister of Scotland ‘Nebuvexa presbryan’A man of decency and high self esteem, he let his action speak for himself ,not proud but wealthy,his wealth influences the people around him ,money, he fortunately have in plenty and with that he pave his way.Seraphina lack nothing and needs nothing, she love her own space and dislikes clustering around the mansion with gossip that would not fetch necessarily and useful knowledge .

Married Mr Ben, immediately she barged her masters degree ,he met her at the Cambridge university where his father teaches theology, she was one his father student, with the best grade to appraise.She always sees him at his office whenever she would be having a project topic to discuss with Mr Reuben ,her supervisor as well. “excuse me, have you seen Mr Reuben? ”she asked at the doorway of Mr Reuben ,“no not at all”he replied curiously “I would love to see him, my project was rejected” she complained with teary eyes. Mr Benjamin used his power of been the son of Mr Reuben to aid her rewriting her project within an hour and convinced her external supervisor to accept it after much review.That act made by Benjamin made her like and appreciate him without regret. 

“it is already dawn ma, the road down is not safe these days ”Simon advised her. “oooh …thank you, uuuhm, we need to have a drink before I go ”she insisted as she went to get a bottle of vodka and lime. 

Mr Reuben has to satisfy his stomach,forced himself to intake the salivating meal before him,selena came out again with her baby doll held tightly to her chest, her eyes filled with marks of a long dark line, designed by her mascara...she was crying. Her father is used to her everyday tears and grouchy attitude …she missed his wife. His wife, Mrs Helen died of diabetes, it affected her down to resulting to gangrene,it affected her sight. She was taken care of, yet, she was taking care of herself. A replica of selena, grouchy, greedy,egocentric. What does he love about his wife then? Her caring soul towards the family, the words of encouragement and the way she turned a deep wounded soul to a happy one.

“Dad, please I need to travel to France ”she stared foolishly at her Dad hoping to get a positive reply but he stood up and left the dining hall.