BY Edward Indakwa
My people are being finished. This matter transcends community. Men are getting finished – finished!
As you read this, many members of our community have cases pending before the Children’s Court.
Two senior members of our species, to mention only those who cases have been widely publicised, are wanted for crimes against humanity by their former spouses. And we are talking millions here, my brother – millions.
Our people have been clobbered, scolded and scalded. Just the other day, the opposition held a political rally on the streets of Nairobi saying sex is a right and that they wanted it – now.
I fear that if the Government does not step in, they will soon get that right by hook or crook, which, as recent history has proven, is through clobbering, scolding and scalding. Sulking? Hello no. That sissy stuff ended with my grandmother. These days it is total war: Mundu khu mundu, or man-to-man if you may.
The odd bit is we are guilty; guilty of walking into this problem with our eyes wide open. It is us who stop the reluctant opposition at bus stops and village paths and seduce them to bits.
We buy them sweets, chips and chicken, tea and alcohol and even cheat them that we neither eat nor sleep when we think of them. Twixt us, that is the fattest lie peddled since Adam came up with that snake story as an excuse to wolf down the forbidden fruit.
We even nag them till they say ‘yes’ and convince an entire clan to gather livestock and drive them from Ndiwa to Voi to pay dowry.
Thereafter, we walk into a bank and mortgage ourselves to the neck to finance a wedding. We mobilise colleagues and ‘friends’ we have not spoken to for years to chip in for the wedding.
After lying, “Till death do us part”, we fly out for honeymoon. Could be Zanzibar or even a tiny shack in Namanga, but these days, no woman sleeps in a man’s house on her wedding night.
Come morning, when the whisky clears, we kick ourselves and stupidly wonder, “What the hell did I get myself into?” Sorry, brother. Too late.
