Son of the Soil

This early morning and my house girl Jane Nekesa has prepared a whole chicken for me which I have deflocked the bones with reckless abandon.
Nekesa knows what makes her boss happy.
She has served me thighs this morning , the unmarried chicken thighs are something to behold , brown and sumptous.
Mama Wambui is at her work station and when rains started pounding the roof ,Nekesa went for the neck of a chicken detaching it with a razor sharp knife .

Neks also made my morning with intermittent short stories whilst the chicken was simmering.

" Mtosi , nikimaliza kazi huku nitaolewa ,ningetakeko kupata mapacha ," Nekesa said.

Am wondering is there any correlation between Nekesa serving me with chicken thighs and her telling me she want twins ,could it be a veiled statement cleverly tailored for me to decipher the meaning.

I held my breath for a moment , then I told her I wish her all the best when time comes.
The rains have refused to stop , I have completed cleaning the chicken bones ,the meaty Nekesa is still in the house battling utensils and deleting dirt from the floor .

By the way ,since Ruto has abandoned morima for the lake ,can morima befriend Ingokho nation for a possible cooperation?
If so, then ...
Good morning

Going to a disco matanga (village disco) had its own challenges. Sometimes, we had no idea where the homestead was, so we would just follow the sound of the music.

Many times, we would reach a dead end and had to either pass through a thicket or someone's garden to find the venue.

One day, we attended a disco matanga, and one of us—whose name I won’t mention because he's my ardent follower and I’m sure he’ll read this—got tired and went to sit by the fire to warm up a bit.

He was wearing gumboots, as usual. His only substitutes for gumboots were *akala*, slippers made from old tires. As he enjoyed the soothing warmth of the fire, he dozed off.

There was never a shortage of mischievous men at the disco matanga, and one of them took a spade, scooped a coal of fire, and dropped it inside his gumboots.

I wish you could have seen how my friend woke up—he almost jumped out of his skin! He scrambled and squealed like a pig. That was his last day at a disco matanga; today, he is a pastor.

My question is this: must we wait until a coal of fire is poured on us to stop what we know is wrong?

MARRIAGE DOESN'T BENEFIT ANY MAN

Dear men, this could be your situation in the next few decades. What are you doing about it?

He is 72 years old.
He has retired from active service. He worked all his life to raise his children. He deprived himself of life's pleasures to pay for expensive school fees and living expenses for his children abroad. They are now well off in Europe, Australia, and America.

His wife, aged 62, has relocated to live with their children. He remains alone back home and his children barely call him. He has to start life all over again as a bachelor.

He struggles with high blood pressure, diabetes and other ailments associated with old age. How much longer will he survive alone?

This is the reality for most working-class monogamous men: their old age is often lonely and, in many cases, sad. No matter how good the man is, women tend to love their children more than their husbands. The older he gets, the less use they seem to have for him.

So, what do men truly benefit from marriage? They sacrifice so much but receive little recognition for their hard work, while the woman seems to reap all the benefits. It’s a man’s world they said but for the women and children in reality.

Dear men, what is your retirement plan? Care for your self as much as you fend for your family. Love yourself.
God bless you..

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Ceessay Phoday

*SLAVERY OF MEN BY WOMEN*

Every Man irrespective of who they are must read the book by a German writer Esther Villar In her book "The Manipulated Man"

This book has caused outrage and *hostile criticism* from women, it explains how women since the earliest times have manipulated men and turned them into their slaves, they have *pretended* to be the oppressed s*x while in the real sense they are the oppressors.

She explains how a woman manipulates a man skillfully by steps like *courtship* and finally *marriage* , hence the saying “ *a man chases a woman until SHE catches him”* .

In her book she explains how the man is *tricked* to care for the woman all his life and her offspring.

He rolls the stone like *Sisyphus* and in turn gets rewarded by a few minutes of s*xual pleasure.

We can, by observing Esther Villars assertions that a man is a slave of his desires and the woman uses and has used it for thousands of years as a stick and carrot to keep the man chasing vanity and commit his life to serving her.

She goes ahead to explain the *rivalry of women* , how each woman feels the powerful urge and need to own a male for herself.

Like a *slave owner* she detests any move the man would make to offer his services to another woman. She uses all means to keep the man to herself and her offspring alone.

Esther Villar's sentiments are captured by Nigerian Poet, critic and writer, Chinweizu Ibekwe in his book, “The Anatomy of Female Power” (AFP) and Will Farrel's, “The Predatory Female”.

They all push the theory that all societies are matriarchal and not patriarchal as we are pushed and forced to believe. *Matriarchy has ruled not through brawn but wits and tricks;* women feigning weakness to be protected etc. Thus the male becomes the most exploited s*x in human history, (in wars the man is always ready to die for the woman; he has been trained to do that).

Chinweizu calls the idea of *dating* and *courtship* , *training* , like that of a horse. It is during this time that a woman having kept the man on a leash by denying him s*x and getting him addicted to her by false charms, trains and breaks him to whatever she wants him to become.

The marriage celebration becomes a celebration for the *woman and her friends,* and they all congratulate her for having succeeded in getting herself a *slave* .

A man on that *wedding* day waves goodbye to his independence and his coalition of males and commits himself to a *Sisyphean* life, rolling the stone, an act he cannot abandon having *society* and the *government* checking on him and always ready to *jail* , *shame* or *exile* him for absconding his duties of slavery.

Thus the government and society helps the woman in keeping her *slave*(man) in check.

Chinweizu gives a narration of how women are trained by older matriarchs to *tame* men. He explains how a man is trained to rely on women by his own mother.

A man is *shamed for cooking* for himself and other domestic chores by his *own mother* who is an agent of the global matriarchal rule.

By getting the man to hate *domestic* works and having it enforced by culture which warns men against going into the kitchen, doing *laundry* etc.

The mother trains his son for the woman who will captivate him and when the time comes she takes hold of the man's stomach and by getting the man addicted to her body she holds him by the two, in *bed* and in the *kitchen* .

With those two weapons she manipulates the man and turns him into her plaything.

In the “Myth of the Male Power”, Esther Villar's “A Man's Right to the Other Woman”; “The Polygamous S*x”, the authors of those books challenge the narrative that men oppress women, and by detailed research across African, Western and Eastern both in ancient and modern societies, the authors unravel the hidden power of the ruthless matriarchal power that rules the world.

Also Helen E. Fisher did anthropological research of ancient human societies and wrote the book "The S*x Contract, The evolution of human behaviour" 1982. She too came to the conclusion that Marriage is a selfish creation of a Woman, where she uses s*x to manipulate a man to take care of her and her offspring. Other male animals do not carry the same burden and responsibility.

*Presidents* , *Emperors* and *Kings* are all puppets of the matriarchy forces that rule the World by pulling the strings from behind the curtains

A noble piece which is a must read for every Man under the globe...

"PLS READ" copied!

You work 8 hours to live 4.
You work 6 days to enjoy 1.
You work 8 hours to eat in 15 minutes.
Work 8 hours of sleep 5
You work all year just to take a week or two vacation.
You work all your life to retire in old age.
And watch only your last breaths.
Eventually, you realize that life is nothing but a parody of yourself practicing your own oblivion.
We have become so accustomed to material and social slavery that we no longer see the chains..
Life is a short trip,
Live it up!

A Luo friend says this 👇👇👇 and I am wondering if it is true!

Now, most successful men from western and Nyanza marry from Mt Kenya. Talk of Gen Francis Ogolla, S.C James Aggrey Orengo, Babu Owino, Moses Wetangula, Jacob Juma, Chris Musando. They then invest heavily in Nairobi (actually Kiambu, Machakos or Kajiado counties). The men keep coming at home, alone, as kids are in school, or holiday away.

Meanwhile, coz Mt Kenya is near, and mum stays at home more often, cousins, nephews and nieces, and other relatives from the wives side visit more. So, children generally know more maternal relatives than paternal ones.

The wives also feel safe in cities, away from a culture and people they don't know well.

Now, even when such heroes are alive, most help goes to the wife's relatives. Like for Ogolla, if he has only three chances in the forces, and five wife's relatives and five luo relatives ask for help, 2, if not 3, chances will go to Meru.

Now, Ogolla has good children. Born and socialized in Karen. Own property there. Will any of the kids ever return to Bondo?

The bombshell.
Ogolla had hefty life insurance, good pension, a lot of property....
It goes the Jacob Juma way. His people get zero.

If Ogolla married Achieng, Awino and Akech, the luo funeral would have been a funeral.
Procession from Kisumu airport, a lot of food, Tero buru with several bulls, .... And of course, lots of kids conceived during his funeral.

Anyway, our local girls, when Ogolla sent fare for them to visit Girlgil in 1984, someone ate fare. Now another one from the mountains is eating our pension.




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