The VVIP

She enters the house head held high, tall and gallant. After all, she has a monopoly. There is no one else quite like her.

Her appearance in the house lights up faces with smiles. Wherever she goes, people heave a sigh on relief on seeing her, knowing that their problems would now definitely be addressed.

For Amma, she is indispensable. Amma just dotes on her. Sometimes, poor me and dad have to become the butt of her scoldings if we hinder the lady’s work.

She is the most welcome visitor around, to whom people unfailingly say, “Would like to meet you tomorrow too!”

According to our neighbour, she makes life worth living. She cannot imagine life without the presence of the great lady.

The VVIP is – our kamwaali bai.

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