Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 17

After wearing a hairnet and an apron, Grace was ready to start cooking, she put large chunks of meat on the fire and seasoned them very well before setting out to wash the vegetables grateful that they were already shredded at the market. 

A couple of hours later, Grace was almost done with all the soup, she had just finished pounding fufu when she heard different types of shrieking and excited laughter. 

Grace didn’t have to step to the front porch to know that the wives and daughters were back, moving faster she finished pounding Fufu and packed it into small perfect balls inside transparent nylon. 

All that was left was to make Eba, she got hot water from the tap she put it on fire to bring it to boil

“Well done o” She heard Madam Ayo say to her

“Thank you ma” Grace responded smiling

“See as you don sweat finish, go wash your face outside I go make the Eba” she said making Grace smile even wider

Grace thanked her and fetched some water in a bowl and went out the back door, she washed off her sweaty face enjoying the refreshing cool air outside; the kitchen was hot as a furnace. 

She sat outside for a little while till she heard Miss Janet’s voice telling everyone to hurry up, she quickly went inside and arranged everything she made in the glass bowls careful not to spill anything on the side of the bowls. 

They started to carry different bowls of food to the dining table and arranged them beautifully making it look like those types of buffets you see in American movies. 

There was fried rice and other types of rice Grace didn’t know with different types of salad that looked like something out of the food magazines she’s seen Mr. Gabriel flipping through; he must be so proud of his handiwork. 

After they were done setting the table miss Janet asked her to go change the apron and come stand a little distance from the dining table when Grace came back she met Mr. Gabriel standing there alongside Miss Janet. 

Soon she heard footsteps coming from the staircase and she stood at attention, her head down but she could still see from the corner of her eyes. 

The first person down the stairs was a young girl wearing a flowery purple gown that ran to the table looking at the assortment of dishes in awe then followed by a far short dark-skinned woman that reminded her of her former madam, her skin looked so smooth with a small beautiful face, Grace could already guess she was Buchi’s mother. 

The next person was the opposite of the first woman she was tall and fair, she was obviously Vincent’s mother because he had her face. 

The next lady was one of the most beautiful ladies Grace had ever seen with a straight perfect nose and a cheekbone so sharp you could cut Fufu with it, she had her eyes fixed on her phone as another lady spoke to her.

She was almost as tall as the pretty lady with creamy chocolate skin, her hair was short and curly. They both giggled at something the lady said as they walked to the table

“Oh my! This looks heavenly, I have so missed Nigerian cuisines” the chocolate lady said breathing in deeply.

They all sat down immediately they heard the chief descend down the staircase. 

It’s been so long since Grace saw the chief, and so happy Miss Janet picked her to serve at the dining table