- Kenyan men and their aversion to keeping their bachelor pads tidy is a mystery
- Some bachelor pads are in squalor and the magnitude of neglect unimaginable
- You can’t however compare their houses to how polished and sophisticated they dress
Kenyan men and their aversion to keeping their bachelor pads tidy! I will never understand, for the life of me, why Kenyan men are such slobs.
I have been to guys’ apartments before but always by prior arrangement so the guys always made an effort to clean so as to impress me but even then, they did a half-assed job of it.
However, it wasn’t until I made an impromptu decision to go back to the apartment of a guy I met at a bar that I realized the magnitude of squalor and neglect most of these bachelors are comfortably living in.
Mike was the picture of sophistication. He was strikingly good-looking and was in excellent shape. Most importantly, he was clean-shaved.
You all know my deep-seated aversion to any form of facial hair. He was sharply dressed in a well-tailored suit and nice formal shoes.
As we started interacting, I realized he also had impeccable manners and was chivalrous to a fault. He was polite, held doors open for me and pulled out chairs and paid me genuine compliments.
By all accounts, he was an urbane career gentleman. He appeared polished and refined, a sharp contrast to his living conditions as I came to learn later that night.
The chance encounter turned into a full-blown date. We left the bar and had dinner at a cosy restaurant nearby.
Throughout the date, the chemistry was undeniable so when he suggested a nightcap at his place at the end of the night, I readily agreed.
I guess in his excitement at the prospect of having a woman in his bed that night, he forgot about the deplorable state his apartment was in.
Or maybe he thought I was also too eager to bed him, I wouldn’t notice the filth or would ignore it. Anyway, nothing could have prepared me for the nasty mess I was about to walk into!
After a heavy make out session during the taxi ride, we finally arrived at his apartment building.
We walked up to his second floor apartment and he unlocked the door. He pushed open the door and it opened about halfway and refused to go any further.
After we both forced ourselves in through the little space and he turned on the lights, I saw why the door wouldn’t open all the way.
There was a mountain of junk stuffed up against it. Just then, I noticed the horrible stench emanating from the apartment.
My eyes quickly scanned the rest of the apartment and I was horrified at what I saw. There were piles of junk everywhere! There were several half eaten boxes of pizza and soda and beer cans thrown around.
There were articles of dirty clothing strewn about the floor of the living room.
The kitchen sink was plied in what appeared to be a lifetime of dirty dishes and half eaten, decomposing food was placed all over the counters.
The bathroom reeked of mould and mildew. The bedroom was unrecognizable. There were piles of laundry and books on the floor. The bed was unmade and the sheets looked visibly dirty.
I was horrified! Did he ever clean or pick up after himself? I concluded that he had to be a product of an indulgent mother.
Noticing the horror on my face, he started bubbling apologies, saying his cleaning lady had travelled upcountry and he was yet to find a replacement.
I dint wait to hear the rest of it. I literally ran out of there, all thoughts of steamy night wiped away by the slovenliness and filth!
