Sundays were a really busy day for everyone at home. And this particular Sunday would be more hectic than others usually were because today, aunty Oma was hosting a brunch for the women in a particular group she belonged to in Church. There was a lot of cooking to be done and surely, I couldn't handle everything alone. It wasn't like there was much I could actually cook. For that reason, a few women were coming over to cook.
One would expect the wife of a billionaire to have some kind of business, like a boutique. I guessed it was because their husband's business driven speeches and thoughts would have rubbed off on them and boom, a boutique with overpriced clothes with the cheapest thing being the shelves would be born. The wealthiest of the wealthiest would flood it, buying clothes and accessories at ridiculous prices. It could also be a restaurant, serving regular food like jollof rice and snacks like puff puff in fancy dishes and small amounts. The only thing that might be unique on the menu might be a drink born after mixing and mixing different ingredients together. The foods would be given tush names and there might even be a photo area for the slay queens and bloggers.
However, Aunty Oma's case was different. She owned Whisked To Snackfection, a bakery that made every dessert you could think of at pricey but totally worth it charges. There were some unique treats on the menu, and I figured that was why her business was booming. Governors, ministers, sports stars, actors and rich people in general patronised her. We always had a cake and some doughnuts at home for when special people came over. Two of her staff came over early that morning to drop off two cakes and about seven boxes of doughnuts and cookies for later in the afternoon. God! It took a lot of willpower not to open one of those boxes and steal something. They also came over with puff puff, cupcakes and doughnuts which aunty usually gave to the store in church to sell.
At 7:00am sharp, the caters arrived and set up at the back, away from the swimming pool. Aunty Oma came out in her simple flowing gown and bonnet to instruct them on what to do. They got to work while I went inside to help her in the second living room she would be using for her meeting. An interior decorator(I guess I could call him that) had come over that Friday to set a few things up. All we had to do was put a few new pillows on the sofas before heading to church. She left to get ready and I did too.
Back from the closest visitor's bathroom around my room, I began getting dressed. I wore a floral print high low wrap dress. It was predominantly yellow in colour but had others such as pink, white and green. I wore a pair of black block heels and got my church bag out. These clothes were given to me by Uncle Blessing from one of his many trips to the UK. My clothes were mostly from him, aunty IJ's friends and sometimes, from Aunty Oma herself. Not all my clothes were brand new actually. Some were from thrift stores, aka bend down select, aka okrika. Yep, okrika. Nothing strange there.
They had breakfast at the dining, while I ate in the kitchen. I loved it by the way. No one would try to hurry me up or complain about the way I did things as simple as holding cutlery. While I ate, I imagined what the new 'maids' aunty Oma said were coming later in the afternoon would look like. I wondered if they would be nice. We had had two before. They didn't live with us though. They just came early in the morning and left before 8:00pm. I didn't even know why she lay them off and truth be told, I wasn't quite bothered because they weren't the best people on earth. They were annoying thieves. I guessed their leave had something to do with the jewelry Aunty said had gone missing. It wasn't new for maids to steal so let's just say I wasn't that surprised.
Once it was 8:40, we were all seated in one of Uncle Blessing's cars, a Range Rover. The caterers were still let the back, cooking. Uncle and Aunty left them there because they had security cameras around and aunty trusted them enough to do that. Even at that, the doors and windows had been locked properly.
Mr Pius, the driver, or Chauffeur, as he liked to be called, drove out.
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