When you have power over people, especially in a place where they have little recourse to protection from any abuse of that power by you, it’s important to moderate your use of that power, being aware that they already fear their fate.
2./“Madam I’m sorry. Please don’t be annoyed.” She was trembling. Her voice was shaking and even as she spoke, she fell to her knees.
Madam wondered what her house help had done to warrant this kind of abjection.
“Please get up. I won’t listen as long as you’re on your knees.
3./ Get up, then I will listen to you.”
The house help remained on her knees. Madam turned away. When the house help realized that if she didn’t rise, she wouldn’t have Madam’s attention, she got up off her knees. Tearfully, she began to apologize.
4./ Apparently, while washing the dinner plates, her hand slipped and she dropped the particular plate used for serving Madam. She feared Madam’s wrath.
“Did you drop the plate intentionally?” Madam asked.
“No Ma. It fell.”
“That’s okay. I hope you’ve swept it up
5./ and there are no shards of broken glass that can hurt anyone?”
“None Ma. I’ve swept everything.” She said
“It’s okay. Please be more careful. I hope you didn’t cut yourself?”
“No Ma. I’m fine.”
“Ok. You can go.”
Househelp stood. Awaiting some abuse. Punishment.
6./ Perhaps a threat that the cost of the plate will be deducted from her salary. Madam said nothing more.
When she realised that her worst fears wouldn’t materialise, the relieved househelp smiled her thanks, bade Madam good night and left.
7./ Madam wondered what previous experience(s), or tales of maltreatment from others like her house help in similar jobs had informed this degree of PTSD. Yet she knew it wasn’t uncommon for house helps to pay dearly for even the tiniest infraction.
8./ This December, many househelps will go away. Some for Christmas, some for good. Some will have given notice of their impending departure. Some will leave their Madams in the lurch. Madams will have ample time to reflect. Some may learn valuable lessons, some will not.
9./Many Madams will travel home &return with young children/relatives whom they’ve agreed to train in exchange for those people serving them. These pseudo-employments are poorly regulated &many will abuse their so-called wards.
We can each choose the kind of Madam we want to be.
10./ The one who wants to make a positive change in a life? Or the one whose goodness lies only outside, but at home a bully to subordinates. As we resolve to do bigger and better things next year. Let us also resolve to treat those over whom we have power better.
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1./ “Mmmhh. . . Mmmmhh. . .” What was that tickling sensation? Amaka was caught in the throes of the most restful sleep she’d enjoyed in recent memory. She curled deeper into the foetal position flexing her feet as she did so.
2./ Her body was limp with lassitude and she was suffused by an overwhelming feeling of well-being. The tickling continued. What was that? She snuggled deeper into the warmth of her decadently plush hot-pink velvet throw.
3./ It was usually draped across the back of the sofa for exactly this purpose. Her AC could get to the super chilly sub-16℃ zone and snuggling under the throw while lounging in her elegant yet comfy living room was one of her favourite things to do.
1./Not long ago, I attended my daughter’s graduation from secondary school. In addition to awards for excellence in academics there were awards for the best behaved boy and girl in the graduating set. I’ve always found that particular award suspicious.
2./What are the parameters for the choice? How do you select the best behaved child in a year group. I concluded that best behaved means overraw best in eye-service). But I digress.
Once upon a time, I heard a message telling parents to pray they raise kind children.
3./ Kindness in one’s children becomes more valuable as you get older. Not their academic excellence, not their sporting prowess, not the awards for best behaviour.
As one ages, the dynamics of the relationship between parent and child alters. The parent loses strength & vigour
1./Parenting is an interesting job. Any way you slice or dice it, you will eventually do stuff because of your kids that you wouldn’t do for any other reason.
Have you ever been in any fast food place in Oxford Circus at the peak of summer? It’s a zoo. People are hot, impatient
2./ and frustrated.
Burger King opened on Ajose Adeogun this week. My kids informed me that it was opening. I was disinterested. I’m not a huge fan of burgers and I’m not a BK person. I like their burgers ok. But McD for fries and I love fries.
3./ Anyway, I knew that I would have no peace until we eat their work.
I trotted off to Ajose. See crowd! Wetin dey sup? Na burger oh!
I joined the queue. Parents like me. Teens, drivers taking pictures of the menu to send to Oga/madam and be told what to order.
1./Correlating real life to idealistic and online standards is important. Sometimes people online pretend not to know how hard real life is for many Nigerians.
There is poverty in Nigeria. Many Nigerians are barely living above the breadline.
2./ Recently, a friend needed a domestic help. The agent brought her someone. In the course of the interview, she asked the girl about her life.
DH:I’m 19 years old. I finished secondary school 2 years ago. I wanted to go to university, but my parents have no money.
3./ I cannot even collect my WAEC result because I’m still owing the school for my WAEC fees.
Friend asked her if she had been a bright student and if she was a science or art student.
DH: I’m a science student and I used to do well in school. My dream was to study pharmacy.
1./ One day a few years ago, I went to Dominos to get pizza with my children. While we were waiting to collect our order, a woman came in with 4 kids. She spoke to the server at the till, asking about the pizzas and the prices. After their conversation, she gathered the kids,
2./ turned and left.
They looked crushed. As they left, I overheard them asking mum why they couldn’t have the pizza anymore. From what I overheard of her conversation with the cashier, the pizzas cost more than she expected and she didn’t have enough money to pay.
3./ It was fairly apparent that this was supposed to be a special treat, but because she had misapprehended the pizza prices, she now had a passel of disappointed kids.
My order was ready and as we left, my daughter asked about the woman and her kids.
1./ At the dot of 4:30 a.m. Ekerete’s alarm began its insistent and annoying buzz. As he had done for the past 3 months since he chose that sound, he silently promised to change it to something more pleasing. But he knew he wouldn’t.
2./ His previous alarm setting had been a pleasant tune that made him want to linger in bed. After one too many incidents of allowing himself be led astray by the alarm and oversleeping, he changed it to this one that roused him and sometimes made him want to smash his phone.
3./ In response to the buzz, Ekerete stretched and reluctantly yet determinedly got out of bed. On those past few occasions that he’d deceived himself and lingered in bed, he paid the price by being on the ‘standing only’ BRT queue, catching a later bus,