Victoria is a wealthy British businessman's wife. They live in Northern Rhodesia where her husband is in charge of the mines in the Copperbelt. He often travels for long periods of time, leaving his wife home because the mine is no place for
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"Hey, you church rat! You think you're better than us?" A drunk man yelled as he passed through the tavern on his way home. He always ignored their bickering. Mutale was a man of few words by nature. However, when his temper got the best of him, he was capable of causing serious damage to a man.
"Lazy boy would rather loiter around the white homes than work in the mines." Another slurred out. "Hoping to catch a white man slacking and swipe a few knick-knacks?"
Mutale strolls on to manoeuvre about his day at the church. With his hands in his pockets, he hums a soft tune to himself until he registers his presence with father Philip and begins working.
He discards his shirt under the tree as he always does, rolls up his trousers and begins his labour. Later on, he sees the pretty lady hop out of a vehicle and about to make her way to the parish office.
As he does his work, he gravitates towards the bushes closer to the office, hoping to steal a glance at the pretty lady.
When Victoria and Father Philip, Mutale's body glistens in the sun as sweat begins to coat his skin. The muscles in his broad shoulders and arms flex gracefully as he works away.
Victoria's eyes linger on the tall handsome figure and her eyes roam all over his muscular frame.
Mutale watches them from the corner of his eye and notices that they are walking towards him. Within a few moments, he hears their footsteps as they crush the pebble stones under their feet getting louder before coming to a complete halt.
"Mutale, sorry to interrupt your work but I have another offer for you. " Father Philip calls to him.
"Is father, " He turns in response.
"Since you're almost done here, this kind lady would love for you to have a look at her gardens. "
"O-of course father." He stutters.
"You can ride with me there. " Victoria invites.
"There's no need, Miss. I already know the way, I can walk," he says.
"I insist. You walking will only waste time. " She responds.
"Come collect your wages for today and Lady Victoria will be waiting in the car."
When the driver sees Mutale tapping on the window, he scrambles out of the car ready to throw hands.
"This is who we're waiting for!" Victoria yells before the scene turns into a war zone.
"But what is this filthy thing doing here?"
Victoria struggles to keep her cool with the language used. "I have some work for him to do, now I need your permission to go about my way please accept my apologies for not doing so earlier. "
"Not at all, madame."
"Now get in and take us home. " She instructs sternly.
The tension in the car is heavy s they exit the parish compound. The driver keeps throwing death glares at Mutale in the rare view mirror. Lady Victoria is too distracted streaking glances at Mutale to notice. When Mutale catches on to her gaze, they steal glances at each other throughout the car ride.
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"You must be tired, come in and have something to eat and drink." She calls over from the front porch.
"Don't worry madam, I'm almost done." He calls back.
"I insist Mutale." She says taking a few steps towards the garden.
"I'm sorry but I have to decline miss," Mutale responds.
Victoria realises that it'll take more than that to earn his trust so she retreats back into the house where the rest of the workers enjoy their meal. She watches in amusement as they banter and tell enjoy the food. Later on, she walks out with a plate of food and a jug of water for him. She places them on the ground where he was sitting resting.
"What is this?" He asks looking up in confusion.
"You didn't want to eat with us so I brought some to you." She says lowering herself to the ground and coming to eye level with him.
At that moment he understood why his sister couldn't shut up about her. She was a very kind and caring woman, not to mention breathtakingly beautiful. Mutale continues to visit Victoria's residence a couple of times a week under the pretence of checking on her gardens just so he can steal a few glances at her and hear her laugh as she jests with her servants. He grows fond of her caring nature and her genuine curiosity about plants. So he invites her to help tend to her flowers from time to time when it's not too labour conducive.
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