Ladies living in proper places don’t weed or trim plants and dig earth at 6:30 a.m. They especially don’t dig outside the garden wall, facing the road where every soul - security guards, gardeners and maids - traversing through can see and reveal shock on they faces, Yahhh, look at she working like a common labourer.
And ladies living in proper places most definitely don’t stop to gyaff…chat…with the fella come to town to work for Boss. How me Boss mean. He does rent plenty houses and he got business in town too, yet he always ah cry for money, he never got any, he always owe me. He say how things hard and he wife always want things, she want this, she want that. Them rich people nah got conscience, me got two children to mind.
The Boss does live with he wife in a proper place. Bet you she don’t sweep yard with coconut broom, wearing raggedy dress so ole that people passing in they proper cars think she is a beggar gyal who get a li’l job for the day.
Job? Oooh, filthy, shush you mouth gyal. Ladies living in proper places don’t do such things, they don’t teach, do nursing or other such dirty deeds. They sole purpose in life is to cater to they husbands needs, run the house, keep it pretty, provide the meals…some ladies got a troop to follow they orders if they husbands rich enough.
Ladies and they husbands in proper places absolutely do not paint they outdoor house walls themselves like what Neighbour and she hubby do. Ladies in proper places can’t say, like what Neighbour does say, I really don’t care about what people think. (Neighbour say if she had to drive a’ ice-cream van to support she self, she would).
I mostly only know what ladies in proper places don’t do. I really ain’t sure what they do all day to fill the gaps. Maybe they visit beauty salons to manicure they nails so that when they yawn, friends can admire.