BAD IN BED BUT GOOD KISSER, NO?

Statistics show that 75 percent of women never reach an orgasm from intercourse alone without the help of the hands, tongue or sex toys. 10-15% never climax in their lifetime. That brings me to the question, what is good sex? I did a poll on my Instagramhttps://www.instagram.com/the_feminist_who_loves_men?r=nametag asking ,”Would you rather date someone who is good in bed but a bad kisser or someone who’s bad in bed but a good kisser?” 95% prefer a bad kisser who is good in bed.Screenshot_20190925-112255

More often than not (stats again), the first sexual encounter in a relationship is often not the best. This is mostly caused by anxiety,lol. If you ask me, the question whether to give them another chance should be determined by factors like; What is the cause of the bad sex? What I’m trying to say exactly is if the cause is anxiety then we are staying if the cause is the organs hunny ,let’s be friends. Speaking of size do you know that each vagina has a penis built for it? Your ‘okay’ size could be too big for me and vice versa. That means everyone has someone they can fully satisfy. Damn! I wish everything got better with age like sex. Everyday is a learning day!

Does having sex with someone who’s less experienced than you mean the sex will be bad? Absolutely not! I’ve been away from the dating scene for a long time I’m not sure whether guys still double or triple their body counts but that is unattractive, a humongous body count I mean.

I was having the sex toy conversation with some of my guy friends recently (they’ll probably kill me for this). I wanted to know what their opinion  on sex toys was. They thought sex toys were intimidating and that they meant you aren’t satisfying your woman. I mentioned that they’re sex toys that you can use together at the same time to spice things up, I don’t remember how they responded to this but this is what my wedding card will read,’MONETARY AND SEX TOY GIFTS ONLY PLEASE AND THANK YOU’. It’s funny how the vibrating lawyer(the owner of the first ever sex store in Kenya and yes she’s a lawyer by profession) is always posting on her Instagram that her store has run out of a particular sex toy yet if you ask around very few people will admit they use them. Mannnnn have you seen the prizes? They are so damn expensive! Perfect wedding gift! It’s 2019 guys, if Sam Smith came out of the closet and admitted he’s gay  don’t even remind me that Willy Paul Willy Pozee (heaven material) is no longer a gospel artist ,then there are certain things we shouldn’t shy away from.

Lastly, this blog post has been everything about sex and nothing about kissing. Don’t misquote me a good kisser is a hit but if I were to choose, which I’m sure I won’t because the man of my dreams from God will satisfy me in all ways, I’ll go with a great guy in bed. Life is too short for boring sex but do you know what else life is too short for? Not having any other form of bond with your partner other than a sexual one. That’s why 2019 will forever be a special year for me because this is when I made the decision to stay celibate till marriage and that has been the best decision I ever made hands down. So, if my husband and I go missing somehow in the middle of our wedding reception, you will know what we are doing. I can’t wait!

 

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AS WE MOURN

2019 and we still have people asking how Monica Okoth is Ken Okoth’s wife yet she didn’t have children with him. I felt like hitting reply on their comments with something like, “….Mind your own goddamn business!”. (Speaking of hitting reply, I’m on the you tube space now https://youtu.be/MLyuFy00jTE and I think we should have a day of just prayer and fasting for God to hold me back from replying to the comments I see on other you tubers comment section because I know I’ll want to put  haters in their place but hey, “don’t throw stones at every dog that barks,” they said!).

People go through the most in marriages. A couple might be struggling to get children and just so you know you putting pressure on them as a relative doesn’t make it any better for them. By the way, they don’t owe you an explanation. If they let you know, sawa. Another reason could be, they simply don’t want to have children and that’s okay. Kids don’t complete a woman, heck we are as complete as we come!

I’d have aired my opinion on Ken allegedly having a kid out of wedlock or the fact that according to Mike Mbuvi ‘Sonko’ he fell in love with his baby mama in 2013 if he was still alive. I’m wondering though, are politicians in Kenya media trained? If they are did Sonko skive all his classes? How could he publicly and proudly say that he appointed someone in a government office because she was his friend’s clandê? Yes, you had me right. Ken Okoth’s  alleged baby mama ,Anita or Ann Thumbi is a nominated MCA in Nairobi county because Ken asked Sonko to do it! Rest in peace Ken Okoth!

Edwin Abonyo, Joyce Laboso’s husband gives me vibes like my dad’s. I’m here for couples supporting and believing in each other even if no one else believes in them. Edwin stands out because he’s one of the few men in his generation who stood by the wife and cheered her on to be great without feeling intimidated by her greatness. In a society where women are made to believe that their sole responsibility is solely to stand by their boo thangs and support them through whatever because men ought to be great, I’m glad men like Edwin Abonyo are changing the narrative!

Joyce was first diagnosed with cancer in 1991. Edwin explains how broken he was and how the first person he ran to crying after he received the news was the mum saying, “Mum, Joyce is dying!” They were a young couple then, trying to figure out this marriage thing/parenthood and to prove people who said they wouldn’t stay married  ,because theirs was an intercultural marriage, wrong.

She sought treatment at Nairobi hospital and got better. In their life together Edwin says she was a teacher at some point and he’d call her, ‘teacher’. She became a member of Parliament he called her, ‘Mheshimiwa’. She became the first ever female deputy speaker and he’d call her, ‘speaker’ and in 2017 she became the governor of Bomet county where she won with a landslide beating Isaac Ruto who was the first governor of Bomet (I’m so excited typing this). He called her ‘your excellency’ until she breathed her last (she died in office ). This was his way of gassing her up. I cannot fail to mention how he didn’t mind her not using his name because it wouldn’t be in her favour politically because you know, Kenyan politics are very tribal.

Edwin Abonyo has achieved a lot himself. He was still the head of that home and just in case you are not aware if you love and support a woman this fiercely (as Christ loved the church) she will submit very naturally and you won’t have to feel (for the umpteenth time I hate this word) ’emasculated’. I want my eulogy to sound similar to Joyce’. I also want to have a chance to bid my loved one’s goodbye and tell them I’ll miss them like she did. Fare thee well Joyce Laboso❤!

Side note:

I know, two months without a post. I’d be lying if I said I’ve been very busy, I was tempted to say that though. I was trying to figure things out. My new you tube channel, my business which frustrated me beyond words, working for a company which I quit and a bit of laziness. I’m back now with the weekly posts.

 

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LOVE LANGUAGES

The first time I had the statement, “A relationship is not about you, it is about your significant other. It is about trying to make them happy. If you are not ready for that then don’t get into one and  especially don’t get married,” I must have shrugged it off thinking; So naive! I have a different narrative today, I am slowly learning that pride and ego have no place in relationships of any sort and that the moment you decide to love someone you owe it to them to constantly consider their happiness in decisions you make. Do not misquote me. I am not implying that you still don’t come first. You are an independent individual whose happiness should still come first.

I enjoy reading anything but romantic books. I tried reading a couple like ‘Why men marry bitches’… I doubt I even reached page 20. I find them unrealistic and boring but that’s just me (this is so Kenyan of me. Funny how we give opinions that we’ve not  been asked for and then finish by saying, that’s just me though or you know best!). Earlier this year I bumped into Gary Chapman’s; 5 Love Languages, I found it very realistic and informative. I love how he starts by saying that everyone has a love tank that they expect their significant other to fill. The filling is done through speaking their love languages. It is also important to note that everyone has a primary love language and a secondary love language. However there are people who are bilingual meaning they have two primary love languages. Let’s jump into the languages.

  1.  WORDS AFFIRMATION                                                                                                                     These ones are the ones who really value words. They really appreciate positive words from their partners such as ; You are brilliant. You are beautiful. Thank you for making dinner…. you get the hang of it.                                   These are the same people who get offended by words you say on a ‘light note’. You might think they are being petty or dramatic but words hurt them a tad too much compared to the average human. “How do you know?” You might ask. This happens to be my primary love language and I think it’s Michelle Obama’s too ( Anything we have in common excites me. Meeting her is actually on my bucket list.). The first thing she mentions on her book on why she loves Barack is because he constantly tells her how beautiful she is. In fact she emphasises that Barack is not like anyone she dated before. Barack has mastered her language perfectly, I mean how he praises her in public all the time leaving us tearing, well me is proof enough.                                                  I hear there are people who hardly commend S/Os for their good deeds as they fear they’ll eventually become full of themselves. Now this, ladies and gentlemen is exactly the type of energy we don’t need in our lives!                                                                                                                                                         How to speak this language                                                                                            a) Speak encouraging words. Tell them they are good at what they do. They might hear it everyday but it means the world to them when they hear it from you.                                                                                                                         b)Kind words. Love is kind.                                                                                              c)Humble words. Love makes requests not demands. Instead of “You don’t keep promises! Where’s the car you promised to buy me?” tell him, “Babe I’d really appreciate it if you kept your promises like you promised to buy me a car.”                                                                                                                                    d) Write them cute messages, notes and cards. These people really value words.

2) QUALITY TIME

These ones love attention from their S/Os. They don’t do well with long distance relationships unless you are in constant communication with them. You could be in the same room for a whole day each person doing their own things yet they’ll go home feeling so loved and fulfilled just by the simple fact that you spent time with them. They enjoy accompanying you run your errands. They may come out as needy at first but that’s just their love language. People with an independent personality may find it hard to adjust. If they are worth it to you, you will learn how to communicate to them in their language if not, don’t commit yourself because they will leave you eventually.

How to communicate this language

a)  Have quality conversations with them. This is how you get to know each other more.

b) Quality activities. Please make sure you accompany them in  activities they enjoy doing. Your presence really matters to them. If say they enjoy going to the cinemas my friend just go. Do not worry it will be a win win situation, you’ll learn to love what they like eventually if you are intentional about it and they will have their love tanks filled. Win win!

c) Take walks together

d) Make time everyday to share  some of the day’s events with each other.

e) Randomly give them surprise visits if you don’t live together.

3)  RECEIVING GIFTS

This is not as hard as it sounds. For someone who speaks this language, they don’t care how much the gift cost or even if it is a rose you plucked on someone’s garden as you ran your errands. To them the thought is what really matters. He was casually doing his shopping and he randomly thought of me and bought me chocolate or she bought me a book I mentioned I loved without me having to ask her wow! It could also be something as simple as he cooked my favorite meal and brought it to me.

I feel like I need to emphasise this one more time, the monetary value of the gift does not matter to this person not unless you are worth a million dollars but always gifting them a dollar worth gifts. You could get in trouble then.

How to speak this language

a) Keep a gift idea notebook where you note down anything they randomly say they like. Seems like alot of work huh? Thank God for phones having the NOTEBOOK application.

b) Give a living gift such as a tree or a flower if they are into those kind of things.

c) Offer the gift of presence to your spouse in events that give them joy or mean alot to them. In an instance they are practicing for a pageant, randomly show up during their practice session gass them up, take pictures and videos or even be there for them in burial preparations for their loved ones even if you feel as if you are not much of help.

d) Don’t do these things if you don’t want to. Instead just inform them early that you cannot fill their love tank and bid them good bye because they’ll leave eventually anyway. Remember to these people what matters is the thought so if you keep doing things for them and make it clear that you don’t enjoy it you fail to achieve the goal.

4) ACTS OF SERVICE

Their love tanks are full when you do things for them. By things I mean; pick them up from work, cook them a meal, take their car for servicing, make the bed in the morning, help them change the babies diaper (I’m I the only one who has a problem with this? I mean the baby belongs to him as well so why is it termed ‘helping’ when he is changing the diapers? But that is a post for another day). Chapman emphasises on the need to be a lover and not a doormat. When you find yourself doing acts of service out of fear, guilt or resentment then it might be time to walk out of the relationship.

How to speak this language?

a) If you have more money than time, hire someone to do the acts of service you know your spouse would like you to do for them.

b) Notice the acts of service that your spouse nags you about constantly. It only means that doing it would mean alot to them.

 

5) PHYSICAL TOUCH

Where are my PDA people at? These ones, hold their hands in public, kiss them alot in fact all the time and make love to them often. They strongly believe that the body is for touching.

Your touch should be gentle (no I’m not talking to you freaky people in bed). Physical touch can break or make a relationship. It can communicate love or hate. If your significant other’s love language is physical touch nothing is more important than holding them as they cry.

How to speak this language?

a) When in church reach out for their hand randomly and hold it.

b) Hold her hand or place your hand on their shoulder in the presence of people. This communicates the message that,” Even with all these people, I still see you.”

Disclaimer;

Speaking your S/Os love language won’t make your relationship conflict free it might result to fewer fights though. Fights are normal in a relationship in fact if you are not fighting then one of you must be pretending.

These post entails the author’s opinion and how I understood what he was trying to say. Pick what you find helpful. It should not necessarily be everything.

The easiest way to know your partners love languages is to observe how they show  love to you. They will most probably love you how they expect to be loved. If you know yours communicate it early in the relationship.

 

THIS COULD BE YOUR DAUGHTER!

When the relationship is new, you are still trying to stay on your significant other’s good graces. You show up at the dates early, you laugh in a sophisticated manner and you’d rather hold a dump in for a weekend than take a dump when they are around because, what if you are too loud? We had just started dating, we were at the bus stop waiting for a jav before a man who I initially thought was a lunatic came shouting at me. I had gone out with my girls the previous night, This man claimed that I had slapped him. I thought he was insane, here’s why; I’m the type of person who remembers the previous nights events no matter how wasted I was. Well it took this incident to discover that vodka and I are like Jesus and the pharisees, we shouldn’t be in the same room. The situation became ugly but thankfully Mr Man took control and stopped the guy from throwing blows at me. The man warned me and told me “Kama si huyu boy! Ungeona wewe (If it were not for this guy, I’d have beaten you)” I was frightened and ashamed at the same time. I didn’t know if I had slapped the guy for a fact and if I had what he’d done. I remember asking him what he’d actually done to me for me to slap him because I am not retarded, I just don’t go slapping people around. I was ashamed because that was already too much drama for a new relationship. Later on I called a friend who told me he’d spanked me (let me make it clear that I was in a very decent trouser and a top in case one of those bastards who try to justify rape culture by stupid arguments like; a woman was indecently dressed, is reading this) and that’s why I slapped him, he wanted to beat me in the club but I threatened him saying “Try me na hujui najua kina nani huku” ( I know people here). Translating is quite some work, sigh!

I asked myself  what I’d do if it was my daughter in my situation. Sadly, I’d tell her to assume, now that I know better than to confront a guy at the club. It is disgusting that some guys can’t leave you alone when you ask to be left alone unless you threaten that your cuffed, even if you are not, and that your S/O is in the vicinity, sometimes you even have to make a friend pretend to be your boyfriend. Some of you who may be judging me harshly by now wondering, “Kwani you have to go out?” Freedom of movement, freedom of association sis and let me tell you something, the streets of Nairobi are not safe either. You might be walking, minding your business and suddenly a tout grops your breast and you have to act as if nothing happened, because you are a woman! And did you know they’d hardly do that if you are in a company of a guy?

Well, the high rate of femicide cases in the country emphasise my point. I liked it when Ivy Wangechi’s mum addressed the rumours that were being spread by bloggers and you tubers regarding her daughter. She said, “Women are not gold diggers, women have learnt to work for themselves. These has happened to me today, tomorrow it might be you.” Ivy’s case really got me thinking. Her mum was a classmate to my dad in primary. I can bet that never for one moment did she ever think what happened would have happened to her. She’d  probably be our aunts and our mother’s friends telling us to avoid taking things from men because we’ll get axed, which I totally agree with. I just hope they told our brothers to learn how to handle rejection as well and move on! In recent statistics, it is stated that, there are five billion women compared to two billion men in the world. That my love should teach you that rejection from one lady does not make it the end of the world.

Women have called out these matters for such a long time perhaps it’s about time more men joined us at the table. It could start with you calling out your hommie for touching a lady inappropriately because in the next few years, Ivy could be your daughter.

 

HOW BEAUTIFUL IS LOVE THOUGH?

I love to be loved, who doesn’t? I love being in love. Listening to people’s love stories especially the struggle ,which is usually the best part of every story, well at least for me, gives me a boner. I’m the type of girl who  knows every YouTuber’s ,whose channel I’ve subscribed to ,success story and love story at my finger tips. I enjoy telling these stories. I learn from their stories. Telling and listening to these stories makes me so happy!

Ironically though, I can’t recall the last time I read a romantic novel. They don’t intrigue me as much. To me they feel too fictional and unreal.

Another thing I find joy in is a good book ,now imagine a good book with a love story that has it’s beauty and struggles, I’m talking about, Becoming by Michelle Obama. You must know by now how much joy talking about this book brings me. Michelle’s success story is at my finger tips, her love story? I’m almost releasing a song about it.

From her first boyfriend before college, David, who she broke up with after she joined college. “I wanted to believe that there was a guy who I would materialize and become everything to me, who’d be sexy and solid and whose effect would be so immediate and deep that I’d be willing to rearrange my priorities. It just wasn’t the guy standing in front of me right now.” She says

She later dated a footballer in college who she later dumped because he was unambitious and just wanted to be a footballer.

First forward to years later, she’s a lawyer at Sidley and Austin law firm. She’s given an associate to mentor who has an odd name, Barack Obama. Word had already spread that he was gifted, brilliant and cute. Michelle was skeptical of all these. Barack was late on his first day of work. Tardiness drove Michelle crazy.

Michelle and Barack clicked immediately though, they became good friends and developed a beautiful work relationship. Their mindests were alike although they were different in terms of personality. Michelle was pretty much outgoing, Barack on the other hand preferred a night in with his books. He read alot. Michelle drugged Obama for happy hour one day. She realized he was not a Happy hour guy. The next time happy hour rolled around, she left him in the office. Michelle loved Mac and cheese, Barack couldn’t stand it. Barack liked dark, dramatic movies while she went all in for rom-coms.

Michelle was starting to develop feelings for Barack, he asked her out eventually, she feigned shock! “You know I don’t date and I’m your advisor.” Michelle responded.

They were very comfortable around each other. They played alot and gossiped people from the office together. Their first date was an ice cream date. That was when they had their first kiss. Barack actually asked her if he can kiss her! Very impressive!

From that first kiss there was no looking back! They began spending nights at Barack’s apartment. Michelle says that Barack wasn’t like anyone she’d dated before because he told her she was beautiful and he was openly affectionate, this has been evident throughout the years, you  can tell by the way he talks about her. This must have been Michelle’s love language. Barack had learnt to speak it. Michelle had hit! Can we talk about love languages on another blog post?

They talked endlessly over leisurely walks and date nights that seemed short to them but in reality went on for hours. She loved the slow roll of his voice and how his eyes softened when she told him a funny story.

Barack was still in Havard, studying law. After his summer holiday he had to go back to school. After the few months they’d spent together, Michelle wasn’t too happy when Barack told him that he’d be communicating through letters since he was not a phone guy. “If I’m not talking to you, I might have to find another guy who will listen.” She said it as a joke but meant every word.

Obama all of a sudden became a phone person, they always come around when they are ready to commit ladies. Their feelings stayed steady and reliable as months passed. Michelle never questioned their love.

Michelle would visit Barack sometimes in school when she was out on official duties. The first time she went there, Barack picked Michelle from the airport. Barack drove a car he’d bought using his student loan. It was a ‘shameful’ car with a rusted out four inch hole on the floor. Michelle was shocked , she remembers asking him, “you drive this thing?” It hit Michelle then that this guy might never be rich but she was in love and content. Barack was having a big impact in her life, she started keeping journals like him. She’d rarely stay out late on night outs instead she’d prefer a night in of reading at home. Michelle says that co-existing with Barrack’s strong sense of purpose, sleeping in the same bed with him, sitting at the breakfast table with him was something too much to adjust to, not because he flaunted it exactly, but because it was so alive.

Michelle realized that she hated being a lawyer even if she was good at it. It was a hard thing to admit considering how hard she worked and how in debt she was, because student loans! She was in love with a guy whose forceful intellect and ambition could possibly end up swallowing hers. She wanted to be on her feet and that entailed her looking for a new profession of which she had no idea what she wanted to do. On asking her mum, her mum told her to make the money first and think of her happiness later. Luckily, Barack advised her to go ahead and quit and that they’d figure things out along the way. Barack later on ended up working extra jobs and writing books in at some point in their marriage since Michelle’s salary couldn’t do much for them after she quit working at the law firm. Such pure love!

The way Barack proposed is what still amazes me to date. They had gone for dinner to celebrate the fact that Barack had finished his bar exams. Bar exams is a big deal to anyone in the law profession. Michelle had failed her bar exams the first time she attempted them. She expected Barack to prepare more but she knew better than to impose this on him based on her experience. She was making peace with the fact that the two of them were two different individuals. He passed the bar exams anyway. Michelle describes Barack as a very smart person. Michelle doubts she can ever be as smart as he is.

On the night of the dinner, Barack raised the subject of marriage. This got to Michelle since Obama and her had different views on marriage. Barrack viewed marriage as unnecessary whereas Michelle viewed marriage as a way of formalizing their commitment from her upbringing. They quarreled over this at dinner. The waiter came around holding a dessert plate, covered by a silver lid . He slid it in front of her and lifted the cover. She was too angry to even look down but when she did, she saw a dark velvet box with a diamond ring and Barack down on one ring. She later learnt that Barack had gone to her mum and brother to ask for their approval, such a gentleman!

In the period they were engaged, they took a vacation to Kenya, Barrack’s Homeland. Who said our men are not romantic?😂. At some point they had a fight. Michelle can’t remember what the fight was about. She however wrote on her journal, “I’m so angry at Barack, I don’t think we have anything in common!” She must have been very angry …lol. They resolved their differences and enjoyed their stay in Kenya.

On going back home, they tied the note on a sunny Saturday, October, 1992. This was a beginning of a beautiful journey. They struggled getting kids, they got through together. They had challenges here and there which is normal but they fought through together.

Finally Barack Obama had this wierd dream of becoming president of the United States. That sounded like a joke to  Michelle. He was a black man whose roots were traced back to Africa, Kenya. Michelle voiced her opinion but supported him however because what’s the point of a significant other who doesn’t support your wildest dreams?

The campaigns were crazy. They also strained their finances. Michelle was mersmerized by the huge number of supporters they accrued. Barack in his interviews says that Michelle is very good with people and this helped in his campaign for presidency. Many sleepless nights, frustrations and tears later, Obama was president of the United States of America, with Michelle as the first lady! They had done it! Talk of winning in life together!

Love is a beautiful thing. Good guys still exists, they may not be as monied but they have a vision. Nice ladies still exists, they are hardly impressed by monetary things but by character and ambition.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

DOUBLE STANDARDS

Christine Teigen and John Legend make such a cute couple. Chrissy is outspoken and funny whereas John is a very conserved guy. Did you know that this two actually hooked up, I almost wrote had sex but thought I’d sound like a 41 year old! Sex doesn’t sound as bad as coitus though, on the first day they met. They then dated for seven years, they were engaged for one year and have been married for five years clocking six in September,this year and are blessed with two cute kids. There’s no love formula. When the heart wants it wants and the heart wants what it wants.

Recently Chrissy tweeted, “I feel like a very common question when interviewing John is basically, “how do you deal with your wife” and… I don’t love it. It happens alot. “does she ask you if certain things are okay to say?”… It’s just very weird to me. He usually does the standard “no… she knows what she’s doing…” but it’s not even that. It’s just that I’m a different human than him? It is the most common question with him. Please stop.”

John Legend backed her up (doesn’t he always?) and tweeted, “My wife is brilliant, savvy, funny as hell and clearly better at social media than me. She doesn’t need my advice or censorship when it comes to how she communicates to the public.” Listen, we are in the twenty first century can we just get over the fact that women don’t need permission from anyone to go about their lives. When two people come together and decide to be in a relationship of any sorts, both parties should understand that they are two different personalities coming together. None of them should loose who they are in the relationship. As a matter of fact, their different traits is what attracted them to each other in the first place. I’ve never heard anyone’s wife being asked if they approve of what the husband posts or does, not even Chrissy keeping in mind that John has posted some controversial tweets in the past. I’m glad that we have men, alot of them who appreciate a woman with an opinion.

Anytime I’m with a guy and I pay the bill, the change and receipt are always given to the guy. It’s always assumed that the bill ought to be handled by the guy. That happened to me and my babe recently (no I did not ask for permission to mention this.. lol). Chimamanda Ngozi in her book,’We Should all be Feminists’,talks about an instance where she tipped a guy who had helped her and her guy friend with parking. The guy received the money from her, turned to the guy and told him “thank you sir!” It is hilarious how a conversation about money almost turns into one about men.

Anytime a married couple is going through a rough patch, the blame more often than not goes to the lady. In an instance the couple is struggling with say conceiving the pressure from society, mostly aunts and women from church (ugh women in churches!) , is usually on the lady. If a marriage fails, it is okay for a guy to re-marry as soon as he can in fact it is encouraged. Should the chiq be suspected of seeing someone else after the divorce, especially shortly after, it is almost an abomination. The same way when a girl at the parent’s house burns food she’s told, “naona ukirudishwa huku na bwana yako.” whereas the brother is taught to cook or any other house chores so as to take care of himself. Girls are prepared to look forward to marriage from an early age in life unlike the boys. Alot of girls subscribe to the ideology that marriage is a measure of success.

Being Women’s day, it is important to celebrate women who went before us and are the reason why we have a voice as women of the twenty first century. Women like Wangari Maathai, Maya Angelou, Mother Theresa, I could go on and on. It is important to also celebrate women who are making a difference now. Women who speak up for other women. Women who support other women. Melinda Gates said, women speaking for themselves and those around them is the strongest force we have to change the world. Happy Women’s day!

 

 

MARRIED MEN DATE TOO!

Nothing beats the thrill of finding love at a time when you were actually not looking. It’s even more exciting when the person is your type. She found love on her first day of work. The attraction was mutual. The guy was well put together. To add to the fact that he dressed well, he was also ambitious, I mean there’s something endearing about a man who just won’t stop trying actually nothing is more sexier than that. Scratch that there is, if the man is supportive of your dreams. Being able to communicate in good English gets you an extra point. I want to assume our man here, let’s call him Trump, could communicate in good English.

We are at a restaurant in the city with a friend I’ve known since 2012. She is narrating her story over ice-cream as I record. This blog would be incomplete if I did not mention that she has alot I’d be looking for in a wife if I was a guy. She is smart, kind, dazzling, thick, interesting to talk to and can I emphasize on how wise she is. She oozes wisdom. In fact apart from the fact that I wanted the gist, I knew I’d leave the interview date having learnt a few things here and there.

“I can’t stress enough on how nice this guy was Jane. He’d drop me to work and pick me up in the evening, he’d randomly spoil me with gifts and dates, he gave me attention without me having to ask for it. I feed on attention. He even started working on Sunday’s something he  normally never did.” At this point I’m almost convinced that she was certain that Trump was her soulmate. Can we talk soulmates in a later blog?

Her I-phones charger spoilt at some point. I-phone original chargers can be a bit pricey or not depending on how many government tenders your family has managed to accrue. Trump offered one of his phones to her. Unfortunately or fortunately he forgot to delete his WhatsApp account. He deleted the app but not the account. This is where the story begins, well at least for me. She found messages of a person who’s contact had been saved as ‘wife’. I don’t know about you but I’d do the same thing she did, snoop! Turned out the guy was married.

“For some weird reason he never deletes his messages. He not only had a wife but also another child with a different lady. I gave him back his phone the following day and calmly confronted him about the messages. He was emotionally manipulative, I was in love. I bought his lies. He insisted that the chiq was a liability. He wanted children. The lady couldn’t conceive. He assured me that they didn’t have sex in fact he’d come home tired, take a shower and sleep. I let the texts slide.”

One year into the relationship, Trump’s wife gave birth to what she describes as ‘a beautiful baby’. This is when shit started getting real. Attention shifted from her to the baby. You’d think that was her aha moment right? She stuck around, I can tell you are shaking your head ruefully by now. In her defense there were  benefits to it like random road trips (she loves adventure) and the sex was great, the kind you break a sweat for? I said she loved adventure..lol.

One day on a road trip to Kisumu, she felt the conviction to go through his phone. By now Trump was trying to regain her trust. He had given her his password. She found texts between him and a new colleague at work. She kind of saw it coming since Trump and the colleague had grown pretty close however it could have also been entirely platonic I mean newbies are always trying to be on everyone’s good graces. From the texts though it was evident that they had screwed at some point. I can hear you whisper, “wasn’t that expected?” But did you know that your brain cells can be non-existent most time of the year when you are in love?.

She felt betrayed. She turned cold. Trump somewhat managed to manipulate his way through. Fellas, it is actually true when they say that sometimes, or is it all the time?, women leave the relationship mentally before they are physically out. As much as Trump came out very apologetic and ready to mend his ways, she had made up her mind this time round. Slowly she gained interest in another guy who she eventually cheated on Trump with. She broke up with Trump on his birthday having admitted she had cheated.

“If you are not making any mistakes Jane you are not learning. Michelle Obama says that it’s okay to make mistakes as long as we pick ourselves up.” She concluded. She regrets having dated a married man. She’s proud that she was able to convince him take responsibility of the first baby which he had neglected. She is focused on herself now trying to figure life out. She’s planning on attending some therapy sessions concerning the same. She rises because she can. You’d be stupid not to learn from her story. You’d be stupid to repeat her mistakes. Happiness is a right, love is a freedom!

Side Note

RIP Kone!

4 THINGS ON MY MIND

  1. What’s up with the mocking God trend in the gospel industry? I am definitely going to talk about Pastor Ken Gomeri’s expose. This man was the shit back in high school. Anyone who schooled in Nairobi or it’s environs must know him. He used to host the biggest teenage camp in Nairobi, ‘Badilika Camp’. I am deeply saddened by the sexual assault allegations and how he’s even responding to them. Xtian Dela is doing a good job with the ‘TOBOA’  platform he has started on social media (if you feel a need to expose somebody, you can find help on telegram). Ken Gomeri responded to the allegations by mentioning something like “Dogs like Xian Dela don’t want me to succeed, this to shall pass” What struck me most was a lady who commented right below and said “Amen”. I hope that she was being sarcastic or replying to an earlier message. We’ve become enslaved to religion that we let religious leaders who are the perpetrators of these acts sail through the other side unscathed. I really hope that the office of the DPP finds enough evidence to prosecute him. Thank you Xtian Dela, people like this now know that they can’t keep up with this charade forever.Screenshot_20190215-004929.png
  2. Mental health and anxiety. This is something very close to my heart. I’ve been slacking off alot recently. I’ve been too anxious especially because of the fact that I have about a year before I’m done with school. Where did the time go to though? I realised however that there’s alot you can be doing with those hours you sit down worrying. Mae Jemison said that; if you have a goal that is very, very far out and you approach it in little steps, you start to get there faster. Your mind opens up to the possibilities. So instead of you sitting there feeling sorry for yourself, start making baby steps. You’ll get there eventually and you will be so proud of yourself. May it also be noted that nothing deserves your mental peace. Surround yourself with people who bring good vibes. Energies are contagious!
  3. Did you know that you can actually contract HIV/AIDS even when in a long-term relationship or even marriage? I mean this is expected in a society where we have normalised cheating, right? I was watching an interview of a lady who knew she was HIV positive during a pre-natal clinic visit because she was expectant. She had been married for five years without her husband ever mentioning he was infected. Did you also know that HIV/AIDS isn’t that big of a deal? I feel like the society stigmatizes HIV/ AIDS patients alot and that could be part of the reason why we have such incidences. HIV/AIDS is like any other long term disease where one takes meds daily.  A friend of mine was telling me how his only resolution this year was to try his best and not speak from a point of ignorance but seek knowledge. Maybe we should all follow his lead. For instance did you know that you can actually get married to a positive person and never contract AIDS? It is not a death sentence!
  4. This blog would sound incomplete without me talking about valentines. I’m very glad that this day is over. We can finally resume our normal lives of not seeing valentines written on every post and meme we come across on social media. I’m also glad that our boyfriends, husbands,brothers and fathers will finally be coming home from the Men’s Conference (this joke has to be mentioned whenever the word valentines is in a sentence, it’s in the constitution). We ,the ladies, will gate crash this conference next year. On the real though I hope that you my readers had a great one whether single or dating. In case you are wondering how to dispose off all the chocolate you’ve received, worry no more, I’m only a comment away. Valentines is everything all at once. Some people get proposed to on that day, others find out that they were the side dishes. Others share their first kiss, others get dumped on that day. Wherever you fall I pray you never forget that you matter more than anyone and that you need to love yourself so intensely first before you love someone else. We can’t pour from an empty cup, Can we?

WHERE ARE WE RIDING TO? WHY DO I REALLY HAVE TO DIE?

“A year ago I’d admire couples who were celebrating their first or even fifth anniversary. I’d get fascinated. I wanted to know their story which would often be something like “she held him down when he had nothing.” Not anymore! Nowadays I’m oftenly asking myself what he did for her? Is she happy? Did he hold her down as well?

My previous relationship lasted for three years. My greatest regret is the fact that I didn’t call it quits earlier. Oh! We took bomb photos which I ended up posting on my social media. Him? Not so much. This bothered me at first…. I was proud of the guy I was dating. I tried to understand that people were different and that they expressed love differently. I wanted him to be as proud of me as I was of him. I remember telling him oftenly that I loved having my hand held. I’d reach out for his at times as we were walking and he’d act so cold and uncomfortable. I convinced myself that it wasn’t his thing. And that it was okay to let him love me how he knew best. Well this was not until our relationship  hit rock bottom. He knew I was in the process of breaking up with him, he’d oftenly reach out for my hand in public. I was surprised that he’d actually hold hands in public. I felt how he felt when I tried to hold his hand. I felt disgusted and uneasy. I wasn’t proud! Here is why…..

I wanted to be the movies ‘happy ending kind of woman’ . I wanted to be that chick who never gave up on their man when he had nothing. I was in this for a lifetime. In return I had an ungrateful guy who knew I’d stay anyway. I remember a day he came home very late, very drunk. He was my baby and I was happy he was home anyway. I was entirely dependant on him. He bed wetted and I remember telling him that it was okay (it really was). I woke up the following day and cleaned up the beddings. Truthfully this didn’t piss me of. I loved the guy. I’d stay through whatever. What crushed my soul was a phonecall he received from one shawry he was flirting with or God knows what the previous night. He told her something like he’d be out of the country for business and that they’d meet up when he came back (the nerve!).

I’m a very gorgeous woman. I don’t remember a week that passed by without me being hit on by different guys. They say that love is a choice. I had made mine. I’d choosen to ride or die with this one who wouldn’t waste any time hitting on any chick in his contact list. I was so broken when I found his exes nudes on his phone.

I remember on one occasion I’d requested him to start planning dates so that we could spice things up in our relationship. I was okay with cost sharing. I remember on this particular occasion we tried this date thing. May it be noted that I paid for both our transport to and fro. We shared the bill. I was cool with that. I really was. What shocked me however was him being so angry and rude after that. I bet the issue was that he’d have used that money on ‘better things’ like booze and the herb.

Did I mention that I’d use all my pocket money on our food and other necessities since as I mentioned he had better things to do with his money. We’d not go out on dates (not even on Valentine’s) *chuckles*. He often cooked for me however and I appreciated it. On one particular anniversary he had some good amount of cash on him. I thought to myself that this was finally it. We’d probably go out on a well thought of date because boy I deserved it. He went out drinking with his boys. I remember being so angry the following morning yelling at him ” I hope those people you were drinking with are the ones that hold you down when you don’t have shit!” I was asked to write down all the money he owed me claiming he’d pay back. I didn’t do it, I thought it was immature.

You probably think that this is the part I tell you I left. You better calm down because no girlll I stayed. I wanted to stay till I died. I’d share my ideas with him and he’d trash them . With time I started believing him. I became a person I didn’t recognize. I was unfocused, Lawwwd I’d barely attend classes, my grades were bad, I lost my ambition and even stopped believing in myself. I believed in him so bad I forgot about me. I remember how hard I worked a time he was vying for a particular position.

The day I realized that my relationship was toxic was on a particular occasion when we physically fought. We had hit rock bottom. I was slowly realizing that I was better than this, that I didn’t need validation from him or anyone else. We were a bit drunk going home from a night out. I remember us arguing and me trying to break up with him. He threatened to kill himself and stood at the middle of the road pretending to wait for a car to hit him. When he realized that wasn’t working he came to me and slapped me . I’ve never been that shocked. I was  the chair of ‘never  slap a man just walk away society’ on that day I broke the rules. I wasn’t going to be a weak bitch (I thought) I slapped him about five times consecutively. He held me and threatened to throw me into a ditch. I was tired I told him to do his worst. It ended up with me bitting him and him throwing me on the ground. Luckily there were some guys on the other side of the road who shouted at him and threatened him. He definitely flee. This is when I knew that this was not going to work. I felt some pity love for him though. He wasn’t a people’s person I was among the only few friends he had unlike me who had a good number of friends. It took alot of convincing, tears and sorries and I was back.

I knew I wasn’t feeling the relationship, I was torn however between pity love and the fear of never finding someone who loved me as much as he did. I actually remember him threatening that I’d never find someone who loved me as much as he did. Eight months later I was unable to keep up with this charade. I broke up with him and trust me I’ve known freedom. There are so many young people  stuck up in struggle love and toxic relationships. I don’t entirely blame this guy as a matter of fact I take the blame for not leaving sooner. I gave him alot of power over me. I rode with him and died for sure. I became someone who did not believe in themselves, I lost sense of who I was. I’m on a recovery journey, I’m my biggest cheerleader and you Know when Cardi B says ‘I like proving niggars wrong, I do what they say I can’t’ I feel her because that’s exactly what I’m doing…. Working on all the things he trashed. People tend to project their fears on you. Don’t be me. Don’t be afraid to walk away. Ask questions. Ask where you are riding to. Ask why you have to die.” This was a friend’s rant. I didn’t have much to say other than love is a choice, choose wisely!

21 RANDOM FACTS ABOUT ME

Happy New year folks! I thought we could start the year off with a fun blog. Here are 21 random facts about me.

1) I am 20 years old turning 21 this year on April first as my blog turns one!! I don’t get why it’s said that a lady should not tell her age. Someone please give me some insight on this.

2) I’ve ever been a church leader once. I realized that there’s alot of hypocrisy in the church. I wouldn’t accept a church leadership position again.

3) I have two left feet. I just don’t get how y’all are able to coordinate your hands and legs at the same time and dance so we’ll. I can’t dance to save my life.

4) I’m a law student who is not going to practice law but does not regret studying it anyway I was sure about this when I went for attachment earlier last year, the same way I was sure I’d  study law for my undergrad  from class seven. I’m a planner.

5) This festive season was the first since 2014 that I celebrated single. I’m okay fam😂. I also don’t believe in ‘the one’. Love is a choice you make to look past a person’s bad and good habits and love them anyway.

6) I still introduce the guys I’m dating as friends to my parents. When do you start calling them boyfriends in a typical African home?

7) My greatest motivation beside loving expensive things is that I owe my parents alot! I promised my dad a car in 2015, recently I got them both mugs that were in a gift bag my dad joked that he thought they were car keys. My dad uses his daily and this makes me so happy! My mum on the other side had a life and a mug before I bought her one. She’s those people who don’t stop their life because you stopped by. This is what it is like having an alphafemale for a mum❣️. I can’t wait to get them a car someday!

8) I drown my sorrows in books. Books are my escape plan when I need alone time. My best books in 2018 were; Michelle Obama’s Becoming, The Smart money Woman by Arese Ugwu (which I’ll be reading for the fourth time), Things I’ll tell my daughter by Joanna Thatiah (I’m looking forward to read more books by Kenyan authors), Why we should all be feminists and Purple Hibiscus by Chimamanda Ngozi. I can’t wait to author some books one day.

9) I hardly watch movies. 99.9% of the movies I’ve watched with someone . I have a tradition however of repeating Insergent and Divergent every year. These have been my fave movies of all time.

10) I can eat fries from Sunday to Sunday. I’m trying to lead a more healthy lifestyle this year. I’ll tell you how that goes.

11) The words wife material and emasculate make me cringe. If God blesses me with a daughter (s) I’ll constantly remind them that I’m not teaching them how to cook or wash dishes or be polite  or study so that they could be an amazing wife to a man who was taught to do this things for himself. Hell, marriage is not an achievement. I don’t hear of husband material as much as I do of wife material. Double standards FR fr! I still don’t get how men feel emasculated, I don’t get why Offset tells Cardi he misses her on his Twitter instead of calling or making a point of meeting her either.

12) I’m a very emotional person who does a good job at hiding it. I never cry in front of people unless I am really comfortable around them. When I’m alone I can cry about anything. I cry because I miss my mum or because someone has achieved big success or because someone has been proposed to even because law school is hard. Ughhhh I cry about everything!😂

13) I am the queen of silent treatment. I got this trait from my mum. My mum and I hardly fight but when we do, boy it gets ugly. I usually feel  for my dad who has to pretend to be on no one’s side. We can be locked in the same room with you for days and I  dead ass won’t talk to you if we’re in bad terms. Maybe I’ll grow up some day😂

13) I’m a bad ass enterprenuer. Ever since I turned 20 I’m constantly thinking about the next thing I’ll do to get money. ”No matter how evil money is, don’t think being broke is holy’ this is my dad’s mantra.

14) A land cruiser V8 is my dream car. I love big ‘manly’ cars. I know I’ll own this car some day, I’d love to know when. After Nyashinski released  his jam ‘Free’ I was excited to learn that it was also his dream car. Nyashinski has been my celebrity crush for the longest time I have watched every of his interviews on you tube. He is my version of perfection. Those were two facts….lol

15) I went to driving school and didn’t finish. This was because my ID was not out yet and I had to join campus. I’m purposing to finish this year.

16) I can be careless sometimes. My dad must hate me a little for this. In 2018 I spoilt about four or five phones consecutively. It reached a point where we had to decide whether my parents will pay my school fees or get me a new phone. Long story short I’m a proud owner of a techno Y2. I’ve never come across a tinnier phone than this one. I’m saving for a phone 😂😂. I hit our car against a tree one day while reversing my dad thought I actually had a carelessness condition. I know he loves me all the same.

17) I have never been a victim of self-esteem issues. My sister and I owe this to my mum who made us believe that we were the smartest and prettiest girls alive from an early age.

18) I struggle with imposter syndrome at times ( this is when you achieve something but think you are undeserving and that the win happened by luck). I’m kept going by my mum’s words. On 1st September last year (I remember this because it was the same day I lost my paternal granddad to death) , I had come from a portofolio shoot with In Vogue model agency, I remember my mum looking at me with alot of surety and saying ‘unajua you are going to be a very successful person’ I carry those words in my heart .I’m yet to meet someone else who believes in me as much as she does because that’s not even me.

19) Buy me chocolate or ice cream, a book, or wine and you’ll make me the happiest person on earth.

20) I’m funny sometime. I’m sure because the friends and family I have are not about that life of laughing at lame jokes just to make you happy. More often than not I’m the life of the damn party!!!

21) I have good skin. I’m constantly asked if I use foundation. The only things I use on my face are; an eye pencil for the eyebrows, lipstick (occasionally) and Arimis😂. Don’t get me wrong I can’t wait to start using make up. Like when I do it’s going to be over for all of you. I just think that good make up is quite pricy in this country.

Side note

I honestly don’t take your support for my blog  for granted. The fact that you think my posts are worth 5 minutes of your time makes me so grateful. I really appreciate, I wish I could give all of you a hug ❣️❣️. Thank you for 1000 reads. Let’s make them 3000 before we hit one Share, like and comment. Blessed 2019. 

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