Its a Friday , some call it Furahi day others intersection day…yet a group of weird Kenyans calls it a bisecting day.I don’t know what exactly they mean but some tell me its a semi-evil thing.
Those who call it bisecting day are of your gender so Mama got no idea what they mean burr again its nah mi business.. I was taught by my Muthonua one Mr Makarius Kathenya to always mind my Ps n Qs n am doing exactly that..so bisecting or not…its none of my business…
So my boy on this day Mama ain’t really happy.. When you come to this world you will meet all kinds of people.some got a zero I.Q some 1, some 2 yet the genius have it at 3…in this world my boy there is a terrible disease that boychild is currently suffering from…A disease of a retarded body organ..
This organ has become so retarded that its functional value is almost nil…This organ has made some of your gender counterparts completely useless..And this organ is the Cause of all trouble..This organ my child has become the source of all Hullabaloos in the space.
It has caused The masculine gender to act in a manner to suggest Machismo….It has to be them or them….!!!!.. It is either them or no one else…!!!!
An egocentric culture that has caused men to believe that for a woman to supersede them she needs a Thing called “SPONSORS”(some ugly creature with a lot of money and a big stomach for easy identification)
This organ my child is the Brain of a Boychild..Eventually, the boychild has become so idle and feeds his brain on nonsense. It has come to the belief by these semi-humans that when a woman succeeds she cannot do it by herself with the help of God.
No my boychild..in this country of ours when a woman buys a Weave, high heels and dresses well behind her the is a monster called sponsor.
When a woman puts on some lipstick on her lips there is a sponsor.
When a woman drives a car definitely there is a sponsor.
When she ascends her financial ladder of life, gets a promotion, and drives some sleek machine…such a woman can only do it because there is this monster—-a sponsor.
She becomes an entrepreneur. The whole village becomes her biggest nightmare…Right, front, a centre she is associated with the famous financial ghost…The sponsor.
My boy this is the notion behind young boys’ minds. They are so lazy to think and work and they are blaming the successful woman or a woman who looks like she knows where she is headed..
My dear boychild Your mama is completely agitated..
A lazy man wakes at noon and expects to have a woman who knows no sleep to be by him..
A man is circled by drunks or some rowdy friends and expects to have a focused woman by him..
A man yawns the whole day like a cat and expects a woman who knows how to hustle join him in his yawning mimiosa…
A man spends the whole day talking, yapping and mouth somersaulting, and expects an intelligent directed woman to join him in his verbal diarrhoea….
No my son,There is a group or women who got brains….
Benny my boy there is a masculine group of women who work day in day out to succeed
My boy, you will be shocked that as your fellow boys talk out there, there are women out here using their brains and hands to work.
My dear son, there are women who work..who gets to the ground and do as per the expectations of chasing away poverty.
Just to let you know my boy when I and your aunties were growing, Your grandmother, one Mrs Julia famously known as “MWARIMU” and my “MUTHONUA” made us work like these tractors that are allover working on our roads..These two introduced a 24-hour economy where we had to use our hands during the day and work..we could clean, feed the cows, go to the farm and some of us could fetch water on our backs like donkeys.
Fortunately, your Mama was very petite she was spared from some chores but assigned a lesser duty of sweeping a compound that was larger than the Russia soccer field…All the same, she was good at it.
After all this my son, the 24 hour economy started where we were put in a room every night after the days chores and we were expected to read…my boy we read and having a teacher in the house meant you read.Benny my son we studied and the cycle was always the same…
My Muthonua told us that if we don’t end up in offices then some of us will be required to use our physical swiftness, creativity, and supervisory traits to put food on the table…
My boy this was paramilitary training, laziness was never in our brains, we had to think and come up with solutions in every situation on and so we were made….
And this my boy I speak on behalf of these ladies who work soo…..hard both mentally and physically and a stupid lazy man accuses them of sleeping around to succeed…
My boy mama may be wrong to address you this way but am gonna tell you…some women work.They don’t lazy around Day in day out they work and so their success is not sexually transmitted.
All the same my boy respect a woman who toils and moils like a tornado capsizing every obstacle to give way to her. Some work with their kids on their backs, Others on their milk containers, Don’t you let your brain let you down..do not be like some men zombies who are afraid of marrying women who are financially up there.
Do not be like fools who have inter- confused ideas on a woman who has been to the highest level of education support your woman, let her go to school, let her work with her hands, and trust me my boy you will thank mama later…
In the meantime my son we give way to these people who follow these industrious women trying to know the sponsor behind them, we give them way let them investigate.
After all, is done they will coil their tails between their legs like a chased dog and submerge in their lazy cycle…
I love you my boy…
By La Travellor