Rude Empath

T he luxury of browsing items for purchase from the comfort of a bed in a questionable state of undress (seng'enge ni ng'ombe haute couture) has been available to us for quite a while now. Call me old fashioned but it does not compare to the peculiar satisfaction of sauntering down well-stocked aisles adorned in endless rows of colourful brands. Don't act shocked. Surely you are familiar with aisle 2? That paradise comprised of mesmerising motifs of coffees, cocoas and teas in small, medium and large from a variety of manufacturers. A dazzling display of order that is mythical in most of our homesteads. Photo by Charles Gao on Unsplash Either way, replacing online shopping with a proper trip to wherever your current Nakumatt equivalent is, requires a household audit to keep the panic of forgetting the toilet cleaner for the fourth time at bay. Balancing out the excitement is a seriousness driven by my buying power in a fickle economy. Enter the Dragon I am on location at t...

B illowing winds ferrying the fabulous fragrance of freshly dry laundry comes at a price. That once a week, one hour stint hunched over an assortment of buckets and basins to clear out the piling mountain of soiled clothes -between the two of us, it is to avoid accumulation over another week. A groan as I uncoil from the hunched position that had been imparted during an instrumental science class about machines: making work easier. Surely, any sensible human wants to lighten their load, within the bounds of the law, and washing machines plug seamlessly into my quandary. Obviously, washing on the verandah outclasses doing so by a river that could conceivably be crocodile-infested, but is it not the purpose of development to constantly improve upon the status quo?  Photo by Andrienne Anderson Here are three reasons I believe housing units should be fitted with a washing machine area or have a laundromat such as mimi fua ,  osha na coin in the locale but my favourite is...