It was a triangle of happenstances that triggered the thought-line that is today's piece. It started with a mother who was pretty chuffed that her daughter is now able to have a conversation in English after just a month in kindergarten.
Then followed another mother who was looking for a house-manager, for it is no longer politically correct to call them house-helps, who is conversant with the English language; why? Because their home is an English-language only one, even though they are black and Kenyan; to each their own, I say.