@KhananiShingan1 These are issues that are discussed in courtship! However, Redistribution of Care work is essential for thriving families especially the 9-5 households, if this issue is communicated in sincerity and respect, change may occur in the way chores are handled in the household.
@Ade_Dohyeen @Gameon158518 Because primarily first born are entitled stubborn and soft headed human beings who rarely like to take blame for their own irresponsible decisions and life choices... Your sibling is not your parent, they do not owe you fokol....
If life humbles you properly in Africa first, nothing can ever intimidate you later. 😂
This photo may look like “CEO attending a diplomatic summit”…
…but in 1992 I was literally part of a human blood bank for lice in Hwange. 😭
Final year of secondary school.
Mum had one single room at Esinenini. Bedroom. Kitchen. Lounge. Everything.
At that age I was now too old to continue squeezing into that room with Mum and my siblings.
Then Auntie MaNcube rescued me.
She stayed at what we called “KumaMarriage” ‘B’ Section ( Kuma B). House No B126, Lwendulu Village, to be precise. Those famous 3-room semi detached Hwange Colliery company houses.
One bedroom. One kitchen. One sitting room.
Now imagine this:
6 school boys.
One very sick uncle.
Random relatives arriving unannounced in groups of 3 and 4 like refugees escaping a coup. 😂
Nobody brought blankets.
So all of us shared the same overworked blankets on the cold floor.
Then one night we started feeling things moving on our bodies.
Not spiritually. Physically. 😭
My late Uncle Leonard, was the first to announce:
“Bafana……….these are lice.”
From there the situation escalated into a full-scale wildlife invasion.
You could literally feel them crawling across your body at night.
We started catching them manually and crushing them between fingers like we were doing quality control inspections. 😭
Turn on the light, blood stains everywhere from defeated lice.
My poor sick uncle would groan dramatically from his illness and then suddenly shout:
“Whoever bewitched me has now sent these lice to finish me completely!” 😂😂
We would laugh until tears came out.
Then disaster struck.
One lice agent attempted to destroy my entire future by appearing on my school shirt collar during school assembly. 😭
Thank God my friend, Augustine Sillar (see photo below) spotted it quietly, removed it professionally like a bomb disposal expert, and whispered:
“Tazo……….Jack, uhamba lamaSotsha.” 😭( My guy, you moving with soldiers)
The embarrassment nearly killed me.
And the painful part? I was a very smart boy.
Well-ironed shirt. Tie perfectly straight. Socks pulled up to knee level like a disciplined young gentleman. Deputy Headboy and well respected.
And add more pain, my “You don’t have a sweet tongue” crash was only a few bodies away from me😭😭😭😭
Meanwhile a lice delegation was attending assembly with me. 😭
That weekend we gathered drums, made a secret fire behind the house and literally boiled blankets and clothes like a military emergency operation.
That was the first peaceful sleep in months.
Today people see suits, cars, nice houses and polished photos like this.
They don’t know that in 1992 I was fighting for my lives against organised lice syndicates. 😂
Africa will humble you first before it crowns you.
What’s the most embarrassing struggle you look back at today and just shake your head? 😂
@TheLifeZoomer Now, you made me understand why my wife is always reading these online novels... Y'all are getting us hooked up here with your nice stories and good diction.