On the first day, I broke the dryer. 😱
As the classic privileged American, i didn’t appreciate how fragile the things we have are and elsewhere. Nor did i grasp, as lock down and pandemic realities set in on that same day, how precious and irreplaceable something could be once broken. The brand name for the delicate appliances that are common here is Candy. I should have been more gentle with her. We spent a lot of time trying to fix Candy.
I started to fantasize about breaking into one of the many empty flats surrounding us so that I could steal one of those unused drivers.
Would that be stealing or looting or is it just being smart?
The maintenance guy for our building, B, is from Ghana. He had heard Jimmy playing Felakuti and they had become friendly. Our building management had been moving B to different accommodations every night due to parts of the industrial are being shut down to contain Covid19. He was now housed in our compound, and so we were able to reach him. J played guitar while B was over and wants to take lessons with him.
In the end, Candy could not be saved.
A few hours later, B brought in a new Candy and popped her in the laundry closet. Candy 2 came from one of the neighboring empty flats. People here don’t need things to last because we can always just get a new one. Who knows if that’s in peril. Thank you, B!
Our car make is a Cherry. I call her Cherrybomb. From the Honeypot to Ch-ch-ch-Cherrybomb!