Inside A Married Man’s Head

I have not been married for long but I know one thing for sure. In every married man’s life, there are those days his brain just shuts down and it takes hours to reboot. On those days he wants to sit quietly as he listens to his inner self. Some of us go to our favorite joint and sit quietly at a corner with a bottle of beer in hand while some of us – who are not friends with the bottle – prefer to do this at home. On such days you might think we are contemplating suicide or murder but we are not. We just came face to face with our inner self – we can’t escape – and it’s demanding a one on one with us.

 

Dad Gave Mummy a Foot Massage

If you have read my piece “Gone With a Piece of Me” then you already know the kind of guy my dad was… One more time please. Let’s tip our hats for all the people who care about expectant women. Those who let our expectant mothers, sisters, aunties, nieces and daughters jump the queue. Those who help them carry their shopping to the car. Those who help them across the road. Those who give them a seat in the train, bus etc. Those  benevolent nurses who help them deliver their bundle of joy. And above all, those men who give their expectant women a foot massage. Keep it up for you are truly angels walking among men.

Ok thanks, your hats back on please.

 

Little Rock Dove

Oh my little lovely rock dove

Always mine to belove

Our love a treasure-trove

Together the world we can rove

 

Nairobi

The streets huff and puff as the red sun settles beyond the horizon. With their brains feeling like an imbalanced chemical cocktail poorly mixed by a bartender-in-training, city dwellers exhausted to the hilt push and shove as the rush hour traffic quickly graduates to code blue. In the dead of the night, when the midnight revelry is rife, statues in the city streets, that stand in solitude, will see and hear it all. A lonely wife will turn in her bed waiting for her husband, who is ‘working late’. 

If you take a vantage point you will have a view of the metamorphosis of Nairobi from day to night. You will distinctly see the city strip its genteel garb and slip into impudent attire.

Just like the ancients in The Strain TV series little street kids crawl out of their hiding in readiness to devour the city.

Having mastered the art of seduction to perfection and in skimpy, salacious wear, filles de joie, like damsels in distress, with every curve in the book also come out to give the city a Sodom and Gomorrah feel.

 

Wishful Thinking

I laughed. But I remembered that story of the white settler who owned an extensive farm and prairies that stretched all the way from Rongai to Nakuru, and how the Austrian damsel with flowing hair broke his heart until he couldn’t look at any other lady let alone stand the mentioning of the word female till his death. The heartbreak literally built a concrete wall around his heart.

Heartbreak does strange things to men. We men claim to be strong but ladies are rightfully our weakness. There is a saying by my people that says; ‘Birecha bi’omokungu nomware. Omosacha naba eki arabe omokungu nabo akomoita arere.” Loosely translated; no matter the stature of a man, a woman can make him cry.

 

Humanity

 

Know your Worth

I guess the most important thing in this life is knowing your worth. When you know your worth, you live a happy, fulfilled life and no one can treat you as an option. And if they try, you help them narrow down their choices by removing yourself from the equation. Because you know your worth.

 

Gone with a piece of me

Each one of us is born of a parent and I think there is some unbreakable bond that comes with it. By far parents remain the single most precious gift we can get as humans. I don’t care if yours is a drunk or drug addict or poor or rich or whatever weakness they have; each parent is to be treated with respect and honor.

With that said, poor, rich, young, old, white or black something coequals us. Death. The death of a parent.