Before the sun rises, she walks, walks to get there because a free ride is never going to come, and bus fare is at home buying lunch for the kids. Her broken slippers obeying every step, her tired limbs lifting, one after another, she gets there.
Time to get going! It is a windy morning, sand blowing off the road, straight into her uncovered face, but she has to work. She checks her purse to make sure her lunch coins are there. Pushes the purse into her loose bra, ties her khanga tighter so she doesn’t have to worry about it once in action. She picks up her broom, and the office is officially open. Her workplace is a simple landscape; the most expensive item is a wheel burrow.
Excerpt from ‘And she Sweeps’ by Amabilis Batamula
