Today I had a what I would call an epiphany moment. Mostly influenced by the tirade Julius Malema had about Pan-Africanism, common African language and doing away with artificial borders set by the ‘colonists’.
Love in the African/East Indian/Asian context etc is very different or rather used to be very different from what it is today. The mzungu has adulterated our lives with their beliefs and customs.
In the times of akina Couch potato and gashwin, when Jomo and Ngina were settling down, love was very amorphous I believe. Courtship and hanyaring game were sooooo different. Polygamy was not a backward trend …kila mtu na uwezo wake. Kids were raised by the community. Fathers were not absent in the homes as much as today. Single mothers were… well, not much has changed for them since.
My aunt once told me that back in the day men did not propose with a wedding ring and got on one knee (beta male stuff) and furthermore posted on mkz (thisisess comes to mind…si waliachana?). A woman realized she was married when she found herself asking a man whether he has eaten. Of course this would go hand in hand with arranging a meeting with the village elders to ask for their daughter’s hand. Structured culture stuff that took hundreds of years to develop before the white man discovered source of the Nile.
With that in mind, Im a believer of evolving culture and trends but I hate that we as Africans always have to ape (no pun intended) the mzungu. We should set our own standards.
I’m writing this because I just realized I woke up on a Saturday morning and the house is clean and the clothes didnt wash themselves. I should ask her what she wants for breakfast…right after morning glory and revival.
