African peculiarities: Form Four Ladies
Just so you know, the society is a keen and ruthless judge. For all those who are finally joining us here, getting to your sweet eighteens and finally believing that you have conquered the world, welcome to the boiling cauldron that is the society. To begin with, the society is more judgemental towards ladies than dudes.
Caption this, the young guy you went to primary school with comes into the picture, and they pay you a visit, marvelling at the beauty you have become, so distant from the ugly duck you were in primary school. They are attracted, and at this age, you see love, and you make plans for marriage. You keep it under wraps for a very long time, after all, your mama is too ignorant to notice it, but she knows, and she is watching from the periphery. You are too lost to see why she is angry and fussy over everything, making mountains out of molehills, until it boils over one evening when you return late, the feeling of bliss melting and forming a puddle of horror that scorches you to embers.She calls you to the kitchen, and you are asked to introduce the guest you were with.
By then, the mamas already have information, all the intel, and they just wait for you to fumble over your lies, and ‘Splat!” the hot cooking stick meets your face. Bawling, you say everything. Woe unto you if your mother does not like the guy. Lucky if he does, for the beating will be less severe, and they will remind you that you are not too old to be whooped. You will go to bed hungry and angry, promising to starve yourself to death just so your parents can regret, and to starve you do, till it is midnight, and the stray cats are overturning the utensils, and you know you have to eat.
You decide that you have to stay away, but you still send sneaky texts to each other, but then, it is mid December, and you know that the monster is about to be set loose, that you are about to be stripped naked, and the world will see what you got. Before your results came out, you were walking around with the overrated and grossly immature campus boys, telling them that you are pursuing a Bachelor of Science Degree in History and Medicine, and believing that you had truly made it. Soon as Amina says it is time, then it is all “last seen” on WhatsApp.
You will resurface a year later, claiming to be pursuing some obscure course in some dingy Nairobi college. Some of you will be married, or married off, and the majority will have been dumped about a hundred times, and will become philosophers, posting plagiarized quotes and photos of various broken poses with sacrilegious captions like ‘this far is lord’ (sic).
Just so you know, the society is a keen and ruthless judge. For all those who are finally joining us here, getting to your sweet eighteens and finally believing that you have conquered the world, welcome to the boiling cauldron that is the society. To begin with, the society is more judgemental towards ladies than dudes.
Caption this, the young guy you went to primary school with comes into the picture, and they pay you a visit, marvelling at the beauty you have become, so distant from the ugly duck you were in primary school. They are attracted, and at this age, you see love, and you make plans for marriage. You keep it under wraps for a very long time, after all, your mama is too ignorant to notice it, but she knows, and she is watching from the periphery. You are too lost to see why she is angry and fussy over everything, making mountains out of molehills, until it boils over one evening when you return late, the feeling of bliss melting and forming a puddle of horror that scorches you to embers.She calls you to the kitchen, and you are asked to introduce the guest you were with.
By then, the mamas already have information, all the intel, and they just wait for you to fumble over your lies, and ‘Splat!” the hot cooking stick meets your face. Bawling, you say everything. Woe unto you if your mother does not like the guy. Lucky if he does, for the beating will be less severe, and they will remind you that you are not too old to be whooped. You will go to bed hungry and angry, promising to starve yourself to death just so your parents can regret, and to starve you do, till it is midnight, and the stray cats are overturning the utensils, and you know you have to eat.
You decide that you have to stay away, but you still send sneaky texts to each other, but then, it is mid December, and you know that the monster is about to be set loose, that you are about to be stripped naked, and the world will see what you got. Before your results came out, you were walking around with the overrated and grossly immature campus boys, telling them that you are pursuing a Bachelor of Science Degree in History and Medicine, and believing that you had truly made it. Soon as Amina says it is time, then it is all “last seen” on WhatsApp.
You will resurface a year later, claiming to be pursuing some obscure course in some dingy Nairobi college. Some of you will be married, or married off, and the majority will have been dumped about a hundred times, and will become philosophers, posting plagiarized quotes and photos of various broken poses with sacrilegious captions like ‘this far is lord’ (sic).
This is either the sick world, or we are the sick men.
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