“Maveeeees, where’s my coffee”

“Maveeeees, Where’s my socks”

“Maveeeees, did u bath the children?”

“Maveeeees, bring me my shoes,”

“Maveeeees, bring in the groceries”

“Maveeeees, u forgot to cut up my food and feed it to me”



Yes, I know it sounds exaggerated, but unfortunately this happens too often in too many households.

NOT IN EVERY HOUSEHOLD, But even if it is one, it is too many.

 The “Madam and Eve” situation is a bit unfortunate, because most of the time, the good Madam gets the worst maid, and the best maid gets the worst Madam.

There should be a personality test prior to the hiring process, where the madam and the maid are suitably paired. This would solve everyone’s problems…sigh!!! If only it was that easy.

So, It’s that dreaded time of year again, when our precious maids go on leave, and horror of horrors we have to actually pick up our own plates!!!!!! What a CATASTROPHE!!!

December becomes a month of self – discovery, pain, anxiety and temper tantrums. It’s a month in which we are put through our paces. The only month in which we truly appreciate our maids and what they do for us.imageswSuddenly that miniscule stain under the rug, which you’ve been nagging the maid about, doesn’t seem so important anymore. It’s quite okay for the kids to eat out of paper plates, that shirt doesn’t need pressing at all, and really, who’s going to notice the dust under the carpet.

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Our kids suddenly develop arms, and are able to pick up after themselves, the laundry basket seems to reduce in size, because we figured out how to use a pair of jeans twice.untitledfffffffffffff

Your new motto is: “a dirty house is a sign of a happy life”, but of course, that is only valid till after the New Year, when the maid gets back.


And then everything goes back to normal, and we become disabled again.

A maid is an individual just like everyone else, she has feelings and compassion. Just as we get offended by our boss for telling us off, so does the maid. We have a Human Resource department where we could complain about a colleague, she does not have the same.

Appreciation is the highest form of compliment for a human being. Feeling appreciated and treated with respect will create a comfortable environment where the maid will be happy to work. A happy employee is a productive employee.





A long time ago, before the world was created and humans set foot on it for the first time, VIRTUES and VICES floated around and were bored, not knowing what to do.

One day all the virtues and vices were gathered together and were more bored than ever. Suddenly INGENIOUS came up with an idea: “let’s play hide and seek!”

All of them liked the idea and immediately MADNESS shouted, “I want to count, I want to count!”

And since nobody was crazy enough to want to seek MADNESS, all the others agreed.

MADNESS leaned against a tree and began to count: “one, two, three……” As MADNESS counted, the vices and Virtues went hiding.

TENDERNESS hung itself on the horn of the moon….

TREASON hid in a pile of garbage……..

FONDNESS curled up between the clouds……………..

And PASSION went to the centre of the Earth………….

LIE said that he would hide under a stone, but he hid at the bottom of the lake……….

AVARICE entered a sack that he ended up breaking.

And MADNESS continued counting:”……..seventy eight, seventy nine, eighty……….”

By this time all the Virtues and Vices were already hidden, except LOVE, for, undecided as LOVE is, he could not decide where to hide.

And this should not surprise us, because we all know how difficult it is to hide LOVE.

MADNESS: “Ninety five, ninety six, ninety seven……” just when MADNESS got to one hundred…….LOVE jumped into a rose bush where he hid.

And  MADNESS turned around and shouted: “ready or not, here I come”

As MADNESS turned around, LAZINESS was the first to be found, because he had no energy to hide. Then he spotted TENDERNESS on the horn of the moon, LIE, at the bottom of the lake, and PASSION at the centre of the Earth. One by one MADNESS found them all, except for LOVE.

MADNESS was getting desperate, unable to find LOVE. Envious of LOVE, ENVY whispered to MADNESS: “ You only need to find LOVE and LOVE is hiding in the rose bush.

MADNESS grabbed a pitchfork and stabbed wildly at the rose bush. MADNESS stabbed and stabbed until a heart breaking cry made him stop. LOVE appeared from the rose bush, covering his face with his hands. Behind his fingers ran two trickles of blood from his eyes.

MADNESS, so anxious to find LOVE, had stabbed LOVE’S eyes with a pitch fork. “what have I done? What have I done?” MADNESS shouted. “I have left you blind, how can I repair it?”

And LOVE replied: “you cannot repair my eyes, but if you want, you can be my guide”

And so it came about that from that day on, LOVE is blind and is always accompanied by MADNESS……..




As I drag myself forward, I look up with tired eyes, and for the first time in so many hours, a spark of hope ignites within me. I see the fence, only a few meters ahead. Almost there. I hear the distant sound of what sounds like thunder, the smell of burnt rubber still hangs in the air,, the screams of children ring loudly in my ear. I don’t want to look back. I race toward the fence and hastily pull the fence apart as I make a hole big enough to crawl through. I get under the fence and with every ounce of energy left in my body, I pull myself to the other side. I feel warmth down my back, and touch blood. I’ve been scraped by the fence. The pain is searing hot, but it only motivates me to keep going. I turn back and help my family through. First my one year old son and then my wife. I hold up the fence as it digs into my flesh.



I see lights shining toward us from the other side of the fence, and I know that it’s only a matter of minutes before we are dragged back.  I do not allow thoughts to enter my head, of what will happen to us if we are taken back.

I strive forward as I clutch onto my son, his little heart racing against my own chest, something in him seems to sense that we are fighting for survival, because he does not utter a sound, as if he knows not to cry.

I run away from my beautiful country and away from YOU, towards YOUR country to seek refuge. Even irony has a sense of humour.

REFUGEE:  A person who has been forced to leave their country in order to escape war, persecution, or natural disaster.

REFUGEE:  Does not mean “one fleeing his country and entering another country because he wants to, it’s because he HAS to.

Wake up world and smell the gunfire.

I seek shelter in your country, only because you have taken over mine. I ask for a place to stay, not because I enjoy living in a one bedroom apartment with two other families, it’s because I’ve been forcefully removed from my 4 bedroom home with a landscaped garden, which has been turned into a temporary military site. I ask for my children to be given a place in your schools, not because I want them to take over your jobs one day, but because I want them to take over their own country one day and to go back and rebuild what you have destroyed.

                                                  You ask me to leave your country, and I will,

                                                                AS SOON AS YOU LEAVE MINE.

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