"Tell me, what's your name? Are you..."
Jacob cut her short when he saw the interest she had in him: "Jacob is my name. Jacob Musani."
"Ah, Jacob! That's a good name. Most Jacobs are very kind and good people."
"I am not very kind," he said and laughed. Then he asked, "And what's your name?"
"Lisa," she smiled as she spoke. "Lisa Kayongo in full."
There was a slight pause. Then Lisa asked, "And what are you doing around? You said you live in Kampala, didn't you?"
"Yes. But I am also looking for a job."
"What kind of job?" Lisa asked when she recalled her parents were actually looking for a house servant; a house boy.
"Any will do. I'm desperately in need of a job and can do any job. Beggers can't be choosers, can they?" He smiled broadly.
"You don't look like one, though, but just wait as I talk to my brain." Lisa smiled back as she walked over to Mujaju. "I say, we've found someone to work for us."
"What are you talking about?" Mujaju was obviously shocked by what his sister was trying to tell him.
"Remember what mum and dad told us? That we should help in finding someone who can work for us at home. This could be it. Jacob is the right person for the job."
"Who's Jacob?" Mujaju sounded alarmed even as he spoke.
"He's the boy who looks like Esau. Don't you think we should tell him to come and work for us? He's looking for a job."
"I don't care." Mujaju's eyes and his attention went back to the displays. "Try him and see if he'll accept."
She walked back to where Jacob was standing. "Would you mind coming with us to work for us as our house servant?"
"I can do anything my hands are able to do. I don't mind at all." He was sure a door was finally opening for him.
"My parents are looking for someone to work for us. They'll accept you. I'll convince mum, in case dad becomes difficult," she assured him.
Jacob was now smiling as his eyes travelled over her slim body. "It's okay with me."
"Alright, then let's go home."
He followed her as she walked over to Mujaju. He only listened keenly as Lisa told him, "Jacob is alright. He's accepted to work for us; mum will be very pleased."
Mujaju said nothing. He never cared much about such matters. He just walked beside them as they headed home. It was only a short distance from where they found Jacob at the electronics shop.
A few minutes later, they arrived at the house with wide bronze gates. Lisa pointed at the compound, saying, "Welcome to our world. This is our home. We were born here and have lived in this house ever since, except for the short time when dad was based in Mombasa doing business."
Jacob looked at the house, his eyes surveying the compound. It was a bourgeois home with a beautiful garden in front.
The bungalow had a magnificent front view. Lisa opened the gates and led the way into the compound.