There is this niggling girl who writes a column named ‘City Girl’ for the Daily Nation. She normally expounds on the type of her ideal man and , expectedly, she has some weird expectations, just like other plastic ‘city girls’. No, I am no sucker and I understand too well that, like many other print ‘journalists’ she has no enviable writing talents and can only resort to provoking in order to attract the attention of readers. Still, I am aware that DN, like Standard, is trekking up Mediocrity Avenue and has to resort to gutter press tactics in order to capture readers.
Well, before I saw her photo/saw her on a local station , I believed that she was this hot, cute girl with a refined sense of style only to discover that she is nothing more than your typical plain Susan with all the traits of an ordinary ‘village girl’.
That’s not the point though. My point is: women have become so deluded in their expectations that a fat, average looking 5 foot woman with a pimply face and 30k as her salary expect this ‘tall, dark, RICH dude earning 300k per month’. Due to proliferation of foreign soap operas, many women have very weird expectations in as far as ‘love’ is concerned. Although they have nothing to show for their 30 years of existence, they expect to meet a man with a house in Runda, 3 luxury cars, a big title, a fat bank account and with a generous heart to spend lavishly on her. This is plain stupid. They expect a ready made man. How idiotic is it for a woman with only some funny diploma in PR to expect a lover with PhD? How silly is it for a woman residing in umoja to think that she cannot date guys from eastlands?
Look: if you expect your potential partner to be earning 300k, at least you ought to be earning 150k. Full stop. If you expect your potential partner to be worth 50 million, you better be worth at least 25 million yourself. Otherwise, which man, earning 200k, will agree to move in with a clueless woman with no job? And most probably, when the man was struggling with books, the woman was just dishing out her pu$$y to all the hoods’ loafers?
If you don’t posses a model’s body, stop demanding for these rich handsome prince charmings!
If you aren’t beautiful, stop demanding for handsome men(whatever being handsome means).
If you’re from kayole, stop dreaming of Runda men.
The problem with Nairobi women is that they’ve got this sense of entitlement. Of course this is because they believe that they are ‘the cutest most innocent angels’ who deserve the very best of men. Just because a hood loafer told you that you are amazing and special(in order for him to f*ck you) doesn’t mean you are amazing and special. In fact, most of Nairobi women are plain susans with morals that bear remarkable semblance with those of k-street women. Get off those illusionary castles and look out for ordinary men because most of you are not special in any way.
If, as a woman, you are generally a loser in life, look out for a fellow loser. Don’t think you’ll hide your incompetence behind a successful man.
Just imagine how Obama’s presidential campaign would have been disastrous if he had married a b.itchy, lazy, clueless, uneducated AA woman