Confessions of a colonial child.
I have no control over where I was born or what family I was born into, but today I realised again how privileged I am.
I was feeling overwhelmed by the amount of laundry and the mystery stains on my favourite shirt. To top that up it felt like my house isn’t clean enough to my liking and I honestly don’t have an idea how to best clean my windows.
At that moment I realised how much I’ve been spoilt by Maria, Vivienne, Zanele, Anna and Priscilla in my life. Each of these women made something look so easy that I didn’t even realise how much they were doing for me. I even sent Priscilla a text message to tell her how much I miss her. She really has become a friend in the time she worked for me in Peru.
Then I put my problem solving hat on and decided the following: if I could learn to ride a bicycle and swim, and drive a car, then I can learn to clean,and make it part of my life. It can’t be harder than learning to surf, and I managed that. And besides, I like learning new things.
So I did some research, found a really corny website recommended by someone, to help me learn the basics of cleaning. It’s a process, and there’s a long way to go before it becomes like riding a bike, but I am already starting to enjoy the process.
Be kind. Stay safe.