Mwalimu
King’ang’i was right. Kenyan women need watching. I've been watching
them for most of my adult life, and I don't like what I see. When these
fellows spring at me, I quiver to my toes. Kenyan women come in all
personalities, most of them menacing. You've got your "Nayo" kind of
woman, your Westland’s kind of woman—don’t mention that she lives in
Eastland’s where she was born and bred, your Mpango wa Kando kind of
woman, your tsk-tsk kind of woman, your efficiency-expert kind of woman.
All of them are dangerous.
In
the first place, Kenyan women aren't fun. They don't know how to goof
off, at least in the best, man’s point of view. They've always got to be
adoing. Give them a coffee break, and they'll spend it in front of a
mirror checking their make-up. Supply them with a quiet evening at home,
and they'll scrub the floor and dust the entire sealing board. They say
things like "Mimi nafanya usafi hapa na wewe kurelax nayo." Kenyan men
never say that even if they do decide to clean. They believe that if you
clean it up today, it'll just get dirty again tomorrow.
Kenyan
women make me tired. They've got speedy little metabolisms that cause
them to bustle briskly. They're forever eyeing new problems to "tackle".
Some
people say the business about Kenyan men is a myth, that all of us
insensitive are pathetic and sad people. I disagree. Kenyan men may not
be chortling all day long, but they're a hell of a lot nicer than the
wizened and shrivelled. Kenyan women turn surly, mean and hard at a
young age because they never learnt the value of things like jam session
on Sundays to see the lighter side of things. Kenyan women don't like
eating Ugali because they themselves are never strong. They are crunchy
and dull, like carrots. They go straight to the heart of the matter
while Kenyan men let things stay all blurry and hazy and vague, the way
things actually are.
Kenyan
women want to face the truth. Kenyan men know that there is no truth.
One of my female friends is always staring at complex, unsolvable
problems and saying, “The key thing is ...” Kenyan men never say things
like that. They know there isn’t any such thing as the key thing about
anything.
Kenyan women believe in logic while Kenyan men see all
sides. The sides Kenyan men see are rounded blobs, usually gray, always
nebulous and truly not worth worrying about. But the Kenyan women are
persistent. If you did it in secret decades earlier, they will surface
upon your death to demand a share from your millions in paternity suits.
Kijana Wamalwa, Samuel Wanjiru and now Mutula Kilonzo.
Kenyan
men realize that life is illogical and unfair. They know very well that
God is not in his heaven and all is not right with the world. If God
was up there, all Kenyan men could always have their nyama choma and
beer anytime they wanted it.
Kenyan
women have a long list of logical things they are always spouting off
to men. They hold up one finger at a time as they reel off these things,
so I won't lose track. They speak slowly as if to a young child. The
list is long and full of holes. It contains tidbits like "Mbona baba
Pipi bado hujanunua gari kama jirani?’’, ‘’get your act together",
‘’pesa ya saloon?’’, "cigarettes kill", and "itabidi ujipange." Phrases
like that.
They
think these 2000-point plans lead to happiness. Kenyan men know
happiness is elusive at best and even if they could get the kind Kenyan
women talk about, they wouldn't want it.
Kenyan
men know all about the mystery of life. They are the ones acquainted
with the night, with luck, with fate, with playing it by the ear. One
Kenyan woman I know once suggested that I buy beer and drink while
watching an English premier league final game in the house instead of
going out with the boys at our favourite spot. She figured this would be
safer and economical.
I
said I wouldn't do it. One, this is a final we are talking about. Two, I
have never watched a game without the company of the boys. I never
intend to break the tradition. Three, drinking while watching isn’t the
most important thing. The most important thing is the fun me and the
boys have while watching soccer while drinking together.
My defiance of her suggestion cost me our friendship however me and the boys are still the best of friends.
The
main problem with Kenyan women is they oppress. Long after Kenyan men
have removed their coats and shoes and put their feet up on the coffee
table, Kenyan women are still standing at the door looking neat as a
pin, lamenting about the man’s behaviour. Kenyan men are heavily into
fits of laughter, screaming their lungs out while clapping their hands,
while Kenyan women are still politely waiting for the punch line.
Kenyan
women are downers. They like math and morality and reasoned evaluation
of the limitations of human beings. They have their womanish little acts
together. They expound prognose, probe and prick.
Kenyan
men are convivial. They will like you even if you're irregular and have
acne. They will come up with a good reason why your team has never won a
trophy for more than half a decade. They will cry in your beer with
you. They will let you off the hook. Kenyan men will gab, giggle,
guffaw, gallumph, gyrate and gossip. They are generous, giving and
gallant. They are gluttonous and goodly and great. What you want when
you're down is soft and jiggly, not muscled and stable. Kenyan men know
this. Kenyan men have plenty of room. Kenyan men will take you in.
By Kevin Otieno Obiero, edited from That Lean and Hungry Look by Suzanne Britt Jordan.