There is a well established routine in the neighbourhood. The women spend all day preparing vegetables spread out on the floor. They are always busy and working hard. These ladies are not getting any younger and their work load is not getting any lighter. The men however, seem to have quite a lot more leisure time. They can be found watching the women peel and chop, enjoying a cup of rice wine and putting their feet up. Everyday the picture is the same.
Until today. I was cycling home from school and had to do a double take when I saw that the usually occupied seats were empty. The afternoon boys club wasn’t there. For the first time in my eight months of living in the neighbourhood, they were nowhere to be found. Then I turned the corner and it started to make sense. Several of the women were yelling at them and pointing angrily at their vegetable piles. I don’t know exactly what was said but I do know that by the time I parked my bike, the men had been put to work. And that is how it is done. Go girls!