This week's article is a sermon. I have been sent to encourage, uplift and release my sisters from the bondage of evil and wickedness of the cockblocker, the market spoiler and the time waster.
My sisters, as you set out, be careful, be mindful of the one who preys by night. You will be out in the club or on the dance floor and this one man will spot you. Knowing full well he has nothing to offer, not even a bad idea, he will be all over you like a bad rash.
Dancing with you as if he knows you. Holding your hands, blocking your light from shinning. He will stand next to your table and not even offer to buy a drink yet he is blocking all your potentials. Deal with him immediately. For if you give him a small gap, he will get in and suffocate you.
You may have already given him your number. He calls every day and every hour like you have his kidney. He has nothing useful to say other than to utter words in vain. “ Sema!” “I will come” “I will do”, “I am chasing a deal”, “A boy of mine has the hookup!”. Get out your anointing oil, your enemy is upon you. They shall be known by their fruits and this one is a nut. Bind and cast to the pits of hell, hallelujah!
But maybe you agreed to a date at his local. (You are pushing it, but we are not here to pass judgement.) The devil had you bound but still, you could not see him for what he is. You get there and of course, he is sitting in a large group. He starts fussing over you, and in a moment of weakness, you think he may not be too bad.
He yells at the waitress to bring your drink, “kwani huoni mrembo wangu?”. The poor girl runs off and comes back with your drink. He tries to talk above everyone else as he pours from a central whiskey bottle. My sister, this is the time to watch and pray, for what you feared will surely come.
The bill comes, you turn to the man and behold he sleepeth! You try to shake him but he sleeps through the shaking and the calculations as the rest of the men on the table put their money together to cover even your bill.
My sister, if I were you I would set this burden, I mean man, at the foot of the cross. After the bills have been settled, a great miracle occurs, the man who was in deep slumber awakes! It is like a resurrection, for he has new energy and eight octopus-like hands.
Just when you think it cannot get any worse, oh it is always darkest before dawn, he asks, “we go to your house?”
Submit to good things my sister, resist jokers and they will flee from you.
Seriously though, women are allowing a lot of nonsense in the name of “at least I have a man!”
Yes, sex is great, but not great enough to put yourself through a shit show. Raise the standards just a little bit. Relationships should not be hell.
Lastly, and totally unrelated. If you are doing well in life, good for you, I mean it sincerely. You must be a blessing to yourself and your immediate circle. I am sure they are proud. Do not however think the rest of us are affected whether positively or otherwise.
I am just so sick and tired of the way one person can be allowed to misbehave because “Ni mkubwa kwa kampuni fulani!” Nani, your salary does not get to the rest of us so we shall need you to cooperate with the rest of society. The ones you can boss around are those who benefit from your position. The rest of us are here whether you are there or not. Please and thank you.
