I laughed with Celia,
can’t remember what it was about now.
Maybe the flood waters
that got the kitchen floor clean.
Her teeth flashed white
against her dark skin.
Later, a guest at the lodge asked
“How can you talk to her like that?”
I said, laughing: “I know,
I’m such an Aussie.
I doubt she could understand one word,
what with my accent.”
Only later, did I remember
This Is Africa
(note the capital letters, they are important)
and accent had nothing to do with it.
I am white,
but we were mopping together,
up to our knees
in the same brown water.
Photo: Two Mops _ Jos Dielis