We have entered the festive season which comes with various obligations, more so on us men. Soon, swooning women will be asking wababas-what are you buying me for this Christmas? The answer to this question is sometimes the cause of many heartbreaks.
Look, ladies, if you are married to a son of Mumbi who believes in stashing all his money in a tea Sacco, accept your choices. Expecting him to take you to Seychelles over Christmas as Nyanza men do is like expecting a goat to lay eggs. Even if you fed it on layers' mash for a year and gave it a chicken-ish nickname like Cluck, it won't. If you love someone, you are always joined with them - in their stinginess or in their magnanimity.