Marriage is not an achievement, it's a trap.

You've come of age, get married or have children. Your mother, family and friends politely ask of you. Since you are an obedient fellow you decide well ‘where is the harm in that’? and follow the norm. You see that ‘ka-chiq’you keep breaking up with, yeah that one (the Instagram diva) finally gets pregnant with twins. Boss you are doomed. Providing for one kid is a hustle with this economy; tell me about two kids and their mother. Well you can figure that on your own, right? Good luck.

Back to where she's pregnant with twins. She moves in with you in your one bedroom house. You thought you are independent and financially stable until you share that ‘4 by 6’ bed with your soon to be baby mama. You used to pass by your local ‘mutura’ guy ‘Kamaa’ for supper; fried potatoes at 20bob, ‘mutura’ at 30bob and you are full for days. All hail King ‘Kamaa’. Now that you are living with that Instagram diva, supper is half kg of meat daily, shopping every month, salon twice a week, new clothes, shoes and everything and anything your baby mama craves.