8 years ago
Sunday, December 30, 2012
I finally got to see how wicked the human mind could be
You have a 'live-in house-help', the perfect housemaid. She does everything and anything for you and your children; from cooking to cleaning and to bathing your children. You treat your own children like prince and princesses, you feed them like royals, but you put another woman's child through conditions worse than a gutter dogs'; like she is a slave you bought. You do not let her dress up like your own children because you fear she would 'entice' your husband. Oh, no one worries that your children attends prestigious schools while this 'girl' attends a government-owned school where academics is nothing to write home about. And oh, that's no problem, because when asked you are quick to mouth 'but she goes to school'. Half bread is better than none. Sickening.
Christmas came and you shopped for Christmas. Your children are dressed to the nines. But this poor girl - this housemaid, whose suffering parents have nothing, you refuse to appreciate, no matter all she has done for you. You buy sets of clothes for your own children, and you buy just one for her. Oh, an Aba-made at that. You deck your own children in Italian and London shoes, and this girl goes about with just one pair of cheap shoes. She tries to smile, clasps her calloused hands - hands roughened and toughened by scrubbing and washing and cleaning for you, and she says, dutifully, 'Thank you, ma!' loud enough for you to feel like an agbala-nwanyi, that you've done her a favour in the first place. She says 'thank you' for all you've put her through and for how poor you treat her. And you are proud of yourself. You are a woman; a thick-madam!
You are less than a woman, if you do this; if you see another one's child as less than your own children. You are evil, if you could treat so bad another woman's child like a slave; if you make her cheap hair while your children are groomed to the teeth; if you give her rolls of local tissue paper to use for her 'menses' when your own daughters use sanitary pads. You are what is wrong with women, and it is a pity because you will pass unto your own children this evil, and this will be what you would be remembered for: a piss-poor excuse for a woman!
What is wrong with us? Why this wickedness? Why is it hard to love unconditionally? That excess you spend on inane things could be used to change the life of those less-priviledged than you. Why is it hard to love another woman's child and to treat her as yours?
#sad
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