A realisation

Heading back from dinner on Valentine’s Day, there was a spring in our steps that had nothing to do with love or romance, nothing to do with the celebration of our relationship or the beauty of our future ahead. We’d taken the death-machine that is the rickshaw the wrong way up multi-lane roads, the bitter-tasting … More A realisation

Me, myself and ayi

On jobseekers’ noticeboards, in the shops near our apartment and in conversations with other expats, there is the regular presence of the ‘ayi’, the Mandarin term for domestic help. Invariably a woman, the ayi will cook, clean, wash, iron, shop and look after your children, and you can agree to employ them for however many … More Me, myself and ayi