While the washing machine whirs
and the needs get met. While the house is cleaned the floors are swept. As you call my name from afar Am I invisible to you? Do you see the work unpaid and unseen? The labour I bear, bricks piling up what is a fair share? Am I invisible to you? Does this work I do mean less than yours? Consoling their fears, holding tight to fight the tears Am I invisible to you? Some days I'm so tired I can't take another step. But I get back up, school lunches to prep. At 10pm I sit down to read, maybe stop maybe breathe. Am I invisible to you?
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It has been a week of mixed emotions. At the beginning of the week I was feeling pumped, albeit tired from this single working mum business but pumped none the less. I was working with the environmental club at school to participate with the Global Climate Strike and I have to say the energy generated by the children in the club was contagious. This student led environmental club took this opportunity to voice their opinions about how adult decisions are impacting on their future, their livelihoods and their families here in Samoa and it was amazing. We had the press there, it was live streamed on an online Samoan news site and was even contacted by a film maker in Quebec to feature footage of the protest in a movie he is making. Then, then a White supremacist terrorist walks into a Mosque in Christchurch and massacres 50 innocent people.
I can’t believe we have hit March already. Is it just me or is this year going exceptionally fast? One part of me is totally stoked that the year is flying by because it means I will be home soon for home leave and I will get to see my wonderful friends and family. On the other-hand it means time here in Samoa is running out, like the sands through the hour glass LOL (only people of a certain age will get that pop culture reference, it also shows my age) and I am not sure I am making the most of it here.
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