Men don’t cry and other lies

From a young age, we’re taught the duties of a man and those of a woman especially at home. Primarily, men are cited as providers. Rise up early and go to work before the children are awake, come home late in the evening and bring flour and half a kilo of meat with you. In some upcountry setting, the man would leave home on Sunday evening, travel to Nairobi for work and wouldn’t be seen again until Friday evening.  A man wasn’t meant to be seen at home. But his presence had to be felt, through his ability to provide.

The other day I drove people to job interviews in Westlands. There were more ladies heading for that interview than gentlemen, and the job didn’t involve cooking and cleaning around the offices.