I want to elope with our shamba boy

My parents divorced when I was seven. Since then, I have spent school terms with my mother upcountry and the holidays with my father in Nairobi. 

At my mother’s house we live modestly and I have chores to do and lots of friends. In Nairobi, though, I am idle as my father has employed domestic workers— a cook, maid and shamba boy — to be at my beck and call.