Ladies Becoming Maids

By Monica Graz PART 1 I heard with trepidation the supervising officer’s sharp voice, “Mollie Apuya, in my office this instant.” ...

by Monica Graz “ Pumasok mutsatsa !” I heard Juanita’s voice inviting me in as I arrived in front of the kitchen door which was facing t...

by Idea Factory My name is Valentina, well... my name was Valentina. My story of how I lost my name and my identity begins back when I...

by Monica Graz I looked at my room once more as I changed to fresh clothes after a much needed wash. It was practically a shed at one co...

by Monica Graz When I stepped out of the plane I was taken aback by the humid heat and a strong, nearly intoxicating smell, a mixture o...

by Monica Graz This time I was not pushing a cleaning cart at the airport, this time I was about to travel and I was simply pulling a rath...

by Monica Graz I was pushing my huge cleaning cart emptying the waste baskets and getting ready to visit the three toilet complexes th...