Laundry

Doing laundry here is an ordeal. Well for me, it was an ordeal in America too. And there I had a wonderful machine to do all the scrubbing and another wonderful machine to do all the drying.
Here all I have is my own two hands.

If you have ever lived with me, you will know that I wait until the very last moment to do my laundry. I will wait until I have nothing clean but some random sock and a pair of pants that I don't wear because I can't even fit my leg into them but I keep them anyway.

So I waited until I had a huge Bo-M'e bag (the largest of large bags) full of clothes. Then I lug them out to my washing table (it's a huge concrete block outside my door that i wash my clothes and dishes on and sit occasionally and enjoy the sun). I fill a plastic bath tub up with water from the oil drum. I fill two other plastic tubs. I put my soap in. and start to feel a sun burn coming on. So i go back inside to get some sun screen. when I come back out there are three women standing around.

this is how it starts. everytime i have to do laundry i hope and pray no one notices. i do it in the early morning, on sundays when everyone is at church, hoping i can just do it by myself. but no. never. never have i done my laundry alone.

my sister comes out of the house "hey ausi are you washing your clothes?". "yeeeeees m'e" i groan. then my other sister comes out "Neo! why are you washing your clothes?". "because they are diiiiity!" I almost yell.

Soon enough there are 4 women washing my clothes. scrubbing my underwear. fussing over the stain on my shirt. telling me what not to do next time if i dont want to ruin my clothes. then they are admiring my dresses. asking if they can have them. then they are hanging up my bras in plain sight of the whole village.

I am going to do my underwear in my house next time. but they will probably catch me.