I grew up having a Malawian houseboy as domestic worker in our house. his name was George. He stayed in a Wendy house that we erected right at the back of the property. It happened one Saturday afternoon. The rest of my family was on holiday visiting family for a few weeks. I stayed behind so that I could "study" for my end of year exams. I told George that I was sleeping over at a friends house that night to spare him the effort of making food for me... not liking the atmosphere of the party... read more