Monday, June 09, 2008


In 2004 our domestic worker ended her own life by jumping in a river on her way to work. I don't talk about it; I don't even think about it.
She left behind 3 children, each of whom are roughly the same age as my two sisters and I. It's because of this that I've always thought of them as the other side. The people we could easily have been, if our circumstances were different. They call my dad from time to time, asking for advice and help. This happened the other day and it was the second eldest daughter who called and it was I who answered.

Can you imagine? I touched a parallel universe. My doppelganger started an internet cafe close to her house with my old Pentium 2. That's how she grew up. I think I'm still waiting for it to happen... all the while complaining about the inconvenience of waking up at 4 to do my job in all the comforts it comes packaged in. It makes me wonder how well someone like her would do in my position.

Irony of the Day:
Nearly capsized my car today on Katherine Street because a large bilboard about car insurance distracted me. It read, "BEEN IN A CAR ACCIDENT?"


Saaleha Bamjee-Mayet said...

I often wonder why I was chosen to fill the skin I'm in.
Then I feel like a total waste for being a total waste.