“Maids Go An Extra Mile” By FEELING STATION

Trust me, I like maids. I mean if you were one of those kids who were raised inside durawalls and had workaholic parents you would know that maids were the ultimate homie. Maids cook, clean, help with the homework, buy groceries and and an extra something as well. I recently realised I was molested sexually by our maid as a younging. I didnt realise it back then but recently i had an epiphany. This thing of making your kids share beds with sexually starved women, stop it abeg 👂. I must have been 11 or 12 when our maid used to climb on top of me saying she wanted to teach me how not to be a danda. Ah ah! Did I need this education?? And why was she climbing on top of me asking me to touch her boobs and shake my waist underneath her from where im standing that is called dry humping. Why was she making me slap her butt? I thought it was our secret game. Research has it most adolescent males have their first sexual encounter with the maid. Then oomf told me the maid also did this to him. He was in grade two and their hormonal maid made him do stuff to her, here is his account:

From grade 2-4, my cousins house maid, Ku Glenview used to sleep in the same room nesu when we went for weekends. She would wake me up pakati peusiku, abvisa hembe. Say yamwa mazamu like a baby and force me to rub her vagina. I hated the rubbing because I always thought vaindiitira weti but she would gimme sweets and chocolates the next day. Until recently, kissing was more personal than sex. To me sex was something you could just do whenever, wherever as long as you had the power and the means. Psychological issues stemming from a when i was kid. Sex was more of a numbers game, all about conquering, never felt any emotional attachment.  I only had my first kiss when I was 20 and it was great. Also lost my virginity at 20. Because physicality was scary till then. But when I did, it meant nothing deep.

But because I didn’t know sex ed earlier, when the house maid sexually abused me, ndanga ndakavharwa. If my parents had told me early, I would have said but sisi nhingi does this to me, would have had counselling and she would  have been arrested.

So there you have it, it is necessary to have the bees and the birds talk with kids at an earlier stage. After you lie to them that their siblings was bought at Spar® there is need to go reinvent that statement at a not so late stage. I still remember my mum once sent my dad to have the Talk with me so he came into my room holding one of those “TRUE LOVE WAITS” books and said “Ana Tatenda ndimi mune tukomana twaakuswero fona palandine oi muverenge.” And he left it on my bed, hurried out leaving me with a book that I didn’t even understand. What was sexual intercouse?? Wait before we go any further, what was love?? I tossed it away and a few years later our maid used me as her blow up doll.

Moral of the story is: There is no moral go have a bees and birds talk with your kid pronto! Why you still reading? Wait, you dont have kids like me right? Ok thank me later!

Article by FEELING STATION. Follow her on twitter @Rtbrkn