Bending in the warm morning sun on the veranda while scouring out the soup pan, out of no where a wave of fear crashed over the body that habits the soul. In that moment its known everything will never be the same again. In the far distance the cool wind can be heard in the…
#UgBlogweek 1: House Wife
How long does it take to peg out a load of clothes, having washed them by hand, in the early morning with a wondering promise of sun but with visible dark clouds in the horizon, onto a hang line? How many hours of a woman’s day are swallowed up in washing, cooking, cleaning, getting children…