Excuse my language but yesterday was a day I would rather get off ma chest sooner. It is uncharacter of me to choose the fist to deal with my troubles, nut that sister of mine from my aaaaAunt Nera just forced my hand, and I had to forget my manners for a while and get lost in the tiny wrangles that could have been solved in anotherway. Anyway its all done and undone, and well maybe those cheeky friends of Nita are having a party over this, its what the local people here will do, take pride in winy fights like this. Every woman is afraid of the other thinking the other will take what belongs to her. Poverty is not enough to wreck things here, suspicions reigns high on the list. Even now things are not so good with Bobo, that new wife of his is not on a bed of red roses, she is on the thorns of the rose tree, to be sure. Bobo's love for the den is not the only thing that is taking him there, from the way the women near Mama mboga's place are talking, Bobo's reptile also serves Mama cham. The rumour is making its round, high and low, why would any woman want to leave her Pa home to come and lodge with Bobo as a wife, Bobo whom she has never seen, Bobo comiited to his illecit liquor, and the old woman who brews it!! But that is the way it is in the neighbourhood, does not matter to the women whether her man sleeps with the AK47 that he leaves and comes back with at midnight, doesnt matter if they bring no food, doesnt matter if there are no clothes on her back and her brood too lacks, she will fight for him, because, that man might be useless anywhere else(take the other day they had to riot because there men were losing their libido to the illicit brew around the den at the corner), but that same use less man gives that woman stature. Marriage here is a second maybe i should correct that, its the first identity, they have, and whatever it takes they will cling to it. Beats my logics!!!!
Saturday, September 15, 2007
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