Everyone does it. I like doing laundry by hand. It puts us all on equal grounds. My clothes are dirty, just like yours, and I’m scrubbing them clean, just like you. And as long as we are here in the washroom together, or outside around the washtub, we can communicate as equal human beings. Maybe in a language in which I have very minimal vocabulary and sketchy grammar, but some things don’t need a language. It doesn’t take words to notice together the cute boys over there, or to help each other hang up wet clothes, or to empathize when you drop your shirt in the dirt. Tunafua nguo pamoja.