When we first drove into the city from the Gaborone airport (btw, Gaborone is pronounce "hah-bah-roe-nee" but people often say "Gabs"), we passed a lot of relatively nice-looking houses.
Then we got to where the really rich people live. Then the driver turned onto a side street, making it apparent that we are the really rich people. We live in a compound, with a 24-hour guard and electric fence. There is an immaculate garden with flowering trees of purple (I'm allergic to this one like crazy), yellow, and magenta. There is a swimming pool and a deck with a barbeque.
We also have a maid, H, who comes every day except Sunday, washes and irons our laundry, does the dishes, cleans the floors and bathrooms. This is much nicer than any lifestyle I could afford in America. It is uncomfortable to be white and waited on by black people...and yet it is extremely comfortable. In other words, we are basically colonialists.
Mistress Shira and the Boys
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