So in my world, your quality detects how much you will be valued. It’s fair, but to some like me, it’s hard. Being made of plastic and not moulded nicely is so hard.
There are many sections here because it gives the order to the kitchen. We have aunty Dish, uncle Cup, cousin Pot and many more relatives here.
The only day we get to rest is 8 May because people take a break from washing us. It is winter now, and some people can’t afford geysers, so we are always washed with cold water. It’s so painful, no lies. Geysers are a blessing, but the pain of being washed with hot water is something else. The last time when that little girl was bathing us, she almost killed me, and now my other side is injured. She used hot water on me and forgot to turn the tape off, so I was over-cleaned. Well, tomorrow is 8 May, so I guess it’s a celebration for us. Tomorrow they will eat out and make us rest for the day.
We love our jobs, but it is quality that gives value. I love being plastic because only kids will use me, but the kids sometimes beat me and call it “mahumbwe” in Shona. Whenever Tina wants to play with plates, the mother will say, “Take the plastic one”. I wish I were the golden cup which madam barely uses, but I guess tomorrow it will be used because madam drinks wine when she eats out, so that means tomorrow the golden cup will be on shift. I feel proud and happy; a big shout out to whoever came up with National No Dirty Dishes Day; this date is undoubtedly magnificent to us. I can’t wait for it.
“mahumbwe”- a children’s game where they pretend to be a family in the household, acting out housekeeping and different family roles (playing house)
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