May I be of service?

I am not exactly a woman who needs to be waited on. I consider myself independent and self sufficient and able to handle one or two of life's harder knocks and still come back swinging...
So it has been quite a cultural challenge to accept the way things happen here in Rwanda. Employment is not easy to come by...so your household basically becomes a small business.
You create employment if you have employment that pays a reasonable salary. Take for example my household. I have Alfons...who is my security, my everyday gardener, floor washer, dish washer and sometimes clothes and linen washer, electricity buyer and dstv bill payer.  I pay him...since he prefers it that way...he gets a better salary than if I had employed someone to do each of these things.
Then there is Clare. She comes in once a week to do my personal laundry, bedding and everything else a woman would prefer another woman to do.
I basically do my job, my coffee is brought to me by Jacqueline, my lunch by someone else...I go home, feed my puppy eat my dinner, watch the TV, do some work, read and go to bed. I am not allowed to make up my own bed. I apparently don't do it right.
At work I have to sneak to the kiosk across the road for some vitamin D sunshine...because why would I want to do that? that is what they are there for? Am I not satisfied?
Rwandans take great pride in doing a job properly. At least the ones I have come across. They are pleasant, hard working polite, proud people
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Who are making me fat and lazy.

Oye.

Bisous
Sam