The Liberian Agenda by L.J. Taylor

Author:L.J. Taylor [Taylor, L.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-07-30T14:00:00+00:00

Chapter IX

A year later, Sonia sat in the living room of the Saytumah family mansion, paging through an American magazine.

Fatima walked into the room. “Are you okay, Mrs. Saytumah? Can I get you anything?”

“Please, call me Sonia. I'm okay,” Sonia sighed. “I guess I'm just a little bored.

“Where is David?” Fatima asked.

“The nanny has him. Do you have time to come sit with me for a while?” Sonia asked.

“Of course, Mrs. Saytumah. I mean Sonia.” Fatima joined her on the couch.

“So, how has working with Joseph been for you? Is it very different from working with Dwe?” Sonia asked.

“Well, my duties are still the same. But Joseph is much more even tempered than his father was. That is not to say that I did not enjoy working with Mr. Saytumah, but he could be a little unpredictable at times.” Fatima covered her mouth with one hand. “Oh, but I should not say such things.”

“Nonsense,” Sonia said. “I’m the one who asked. Joseph has certainly been busy lately. I don't think I've seen him for more than five minutes since they swore him into his new position.”

“Yes. We have been very busy. There is much work to be done in rebuilding Liberia,” Fatima said.

“I know. And I don't mean to be selfish or whiny, but I guess I thought it would be a little different -- that I’d be playing more of a role. The last time we were here, the President requested my assistance in negotiating business deals for Liberia. Although I’ve gotten to do some of that, it's not exactly steady work. As a partner in a corporate law firm, I'm used to having a lot more to do on a daily basis. It’s a little hard for me to just lie back and do nothing.

Fatima raised her eyebrows. “Many women would kill for the opportunity to relax and enjoy their home and their children. To not have to work so hard just to survive.”

“I know. I know. I shouldn't complain. It's just that, at times like this, when David isn't here, I sort of miss my old life,” Sonia said. “What do the other ministers’ wives do to stay busy?”

Fatima shrugged. “Some of them just sit back and enjoy their position. They stay home and tend to their children, plan parties and other social events, and shop. A few of them do volunteer work.”

“Volunteer work? What sort of volunteer work?” Sonia asked.

“One of the ministers’ wives volunteers at a rape crisis center. You met her at the installation ceremony – Mrs. Dagher,” Fatima said.

An image of a beautiful, dark-skinned statuesque woman appeared in Sonia’s mind and made her smile. She had liked Mrs. Dagher. She was friendly and had a wicked sense of humor. The idea of doing volunteer work appealed to Sonia. She’d have to give her a call and set up a lunch date with her.

“Can you get me her number?” Sonia asked.

“Yes, ma’am. I’ll get that for you right away,” Fatima said.

“Thank you, Fatima. And thanks for sitting with me and listening to me rant.

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