Monday, May 20, 2013

My world: aloe vera gel


This aloe vera plant is in Auckland. They bloom.

The aloes I grew in Singapore, and I grew plenty, never bloomed. I think because I used to cut the leaves for medicinal use. The plants were either punishing me for that and refusing me the joy of seeing the beautiful flowers, or the plants converted the goodness to medicine, and were rewarding enough.

In Singapore, hordes of female workers come from Indonesia, Thailand, Sri Lanka and Philipines come to this, more advance city state to work as domestic helpers or just known as maids. Yes, you read it right, maids to be used and some abused.

I lived in an upper strata of society where the employers were university professors. I never employed a maid, because it just wasn't me, to keep a maid 24/7. I was a champion for many of them.

One day, by accident. one showed me her hand which was festering with pus. I asked her what had happened?

"Aunty Ann, I was frying fish, and accidentally the oil spatter on me."

"Did you tell your employer?"

"No! I afraid?"

"What you afraid of?"

"She scold me for being careless."

My blood was boiling, but it was not in my place to interfer, so I went to my garden of aloe veras, broke a couple of leaves to tell her to apply on the burn.

"Aunty Ann, it is very good, I feel the cooling, and not so painful."

I gave her two pots of aloe vera to take back to her apartment.

"Aunty Ann, no I afraid, my boss will find out."

Exasperated, I told her then to come to help herself to my leaves. 

Couple of months later, the maid showed me her hand, it had fully recovered, and the scar was fading.

Aloe vera is medicine in a leaf. I ran a gardening column and introduce everyone to this miracle plant.




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3 comments:

wenn said...

I love yoghurt with aloe vera..

andy tan said...

a good plant to grow.

Reader Wil said...

That's a miracle plant indeed! It's terrible how some people treat women. You did well to help this woman!