nairobi woman No romance

When Nairobian women want sex from a man, they write him a text, “I miss you”. Throw in some annoyingly cliched emoji, and a man is supposed to decode what that means and should invite her to his house, or if he one of these new-age metrosexual sissies, go to her place to be served noodles and minced meat and be expected to outperform an electric sexual toy.
Nairobian women spent so much time accusing us that we are not romantic but they are real frauds when you think about it. Nairobi women are hardened, militant, dishonest, materialistic, and that concoction of traits can hardly make anyone romantic. And I’m using the word romantic in the most generic sense. To find a woman who is lovely, lovable and sexy, you should head to Tanzania, to Kampala, or to down Coast. That makes me sad.
Take shisha smoking for instance. Can a girl who smokes shisha be romantic in ten lifetimes? No! Ditto smoking. Ditto wild drinking and partaking in orgies. Every time I go to clubs, I give up on dating, courtship and sex altogether. In an ironic twist, some prostitutes actually know a thing or two about romance. I have been to these high-end hotels. You see commercial sex workers perched on the bar counters’ high stools, sipping some choice wine or whisky and that is how they entice the middle-aged and older white men visiting the country for charity or those prospecting gold and diamonds in Shinyalu and other outposts far North. They know what decorum is, know their table manners, and can dance like human beings are supposed to. But take a random Nairobi girl, in college or even working class. Take her to Kosewe and see her devour the fish or rip the kienyeji chicken apart like a Western Kenya man who has just been released from jail before she settles for a brown bottle. And that brings me to another thing. How can a woman who drinks brown bottled, or even green ones be romantic in a million lifetimes? These are things I have seen in my short and troubled life in this planet.
Most Nairobi girls prefer nightclubs where music is played at eardrum-shattering decibels. How people even hold intelligible conversations in clubs is beyond me. But that is where and how Nairobi women like it. That however, is not the problem. Question is, can someone who dances wildly to Jamaican ragga and riddims be romantic? No! Someone who knows every third-rate Jamaican ragga artist has no capacity to love someone. It is science guys.
Now, let’s talk about the elephant in the room. Dressing. When was the last time you saw a Nairobi woman dressed properly like a lady? I mean, they can put on pants all they want, but isn’t it ladylike to have a few good dresses to bring their feminine side out. Most Nairobian women dress on the cheap side of things. That is why mitumba are so popular with them. I’m in the CBD six days of the week and I only see one woman who is properly dressed in about three months. Most of them are in amorphous pants and hideous blouses. It is like they only dress to cover their nudity. Those who try to dress sexy overdo it. They tend to overemphasise their cleavages and buttocks, yet these things are better hinted at, than the overexposure they feed us.
What I’m saying is that Nairobian women need to soften a bit, learn to dress well, polish up their table manners, go slow on the bottle, stop smoking shisha and cigarettes pronto, improve on their taste of music, and start reading and watching better stuff. Just that. Sometimes all a man needs is a decent conversation on world affairs, and a woman who is knowledgeable on contemporary stuff is such a turn on, you want to reward her with some good sex.

While at it, women should improve on their hosting skills. Nairobian women are tragically very poor hosts. I have since stopped visiting women. They never cook food a proper man can eat; they never even make any effort to serve you some cold-canned drink to get you in the mood, or even play nice, old R&B or neo-soul. I need to thank Nairobian women though. They have really upped their fellatio game! Where and how they learn at such a young age is a story for another day.

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Enough said

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hamia butere.

:D:D:D Umehokoza nyuki mapema. Alafu pia you are hanging out in the wrong places bana. Those areas you mention are locations for kungurus to rendezvous with their pals.

On point. Truly TZ na coast ndio wife materials wamebakia. Ata Nigeria niliona sio kubaya. If you have come across a nigerian woman you know what am talking about.

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Bibi Ni Bibi atoke Coast ama Nyeri , wote Ni same Bora Jina si CAROL

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It’s true but I must say I love their drama…especially those who will ask for the wood anywhere anytime. It’s only that am not a good hekayarist ningeangusha moja apa ya last wkend.

Quote your source @Dollar sign

https://www.standardmedia.co.ke/ureport/article/2001238406/nairobi-chicks-have-zero-romance-here-s-the-evidence

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Angusha hekaya ka ni paragraphs tutakuwekea usijali

Hehehe… couldn’t have said it better. I have lady friends who when we start taking whiskey, I am always sure I will can never be the last man standing.
Alafu what’s with our women man, you spend a lot of time dancing vigorously in the club and when you get to the house, she just jumps on you and get on with the needful, no showering or anything.

Nigeria hapana, may be Southern Africa.

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Blah blah…
Si uhame… Gross generalization… Teleport yourself to the 1st century where you can confidently tell all women, who are not even yours to begin with, how to live their OWN lives.
Certified whiner… And mewler.

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Hii novel yote juu ya wanawake who are supposedly not good enough…:D:D:rolleyes::rolleyes:

Naija are loud and aggressive like hell. Taming one is really hard. And then the ones from the big cities are drier and more bold than your typical nai girl.

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Angusha. We will spell check for you.

Gay post

Give credit to Silas Nyanchwani, na sio priss !!!

:D:D:D woi!

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What do you mean by drier? Ach, ach, ach, you mean they never get wet kwa bedminton? :eek::eek:

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You see how he is describing the lack of decorum. They have less of it.

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