Sometimes I really wonder about us. Women that is. Is it that it is easy to stop reasoning? Like an on and off switch?
Take the recent spectacle of a gospel playboy (pastors that lead by their penises) for example.
The guy’s recollection is too funny (He clearly chose the wrong career path). Anyway the guy, of course, is shocked by the news that he is supposed to look after his baby. He acknowledges having an on-again, off-again affair with his baby mama. (I am wondering where the spirit of conviction was) Granted, a righteous man falls seven times and gets up but this was permanently inside, I mean fallen yawa.
One day having no one, I mean nothing to do, he calls baby mama to say hello (James 4:7 did not come to play) and low and behold, he finds out that she has put to bed. Then it was downhill because he then just found himself being summoned.
Yawa, I know he is used to dealing with sheep but seriously?
He then reveals that of the Sh100,000 being asked for, he is only able to offer 10 per cent (is this a pun? Because I feel like it is) for the upkeep of his baby, out of wedlock. Apparently, he depends on well-wishes to look after him.
First of all, I really want such well-wishers. Yani they can support your family and conquests in Nairobi? In these times of Covid and economic hardships?
Before we even digest the happenings, he tells us he never claimed to be righteous and goes about business as usual. I could not watch the whole clip because of misplaced rage but I thought that he would at the very least apologise to his wife and family. Profusely.
Imagine that wife has to counsel women who think their marriages are over. She has to talk about the sweetness of marriage to young women who are yet to be married and claim the goodness of her God in that said marriage. Yawa, just imagine the wich kuot (head swell) she has to endure.
It is enough to depress you thoroughly. The lack of respect was displayed publicly. Then he goes on with life as usual. Having conferences with visiting pastors of course. (Birds of a feather, I guess)
As if that is not enough, the loudest Amens are from the women. Women yawa, women! Awuoro! (Today only Dholuo can express my disappointment)
Now you have decided you know how to forgive and let God judge because it is another woman’s husband. Have you forgiven your own? Have you overlooked his inequities? You are now filing in like sheep being led to the slaughter with no mind to what your fellow woman (his wife) could be going through.
Where did you lose it? Really I want to know, this is not a rhetorical question. I would like you to retrace your steps, go back and pick your reasoning capabilities.
You will be asking him to pray for your marriage and still wonder why your goat is still wandering. Have you heard of the transfer of energy? That man you are asking to lay hands on you and pray because your husband cannot seem to see a woman and let her go in peace is the reason for your woes.
After he has transferred his energy, you give him a token. Might you be the foolish well-wishers sustaining his lifestyle? Please increase your support, the baby mama asked for Sh100,000.
The reason society is ducked up is because we do not hold people in authority accountable. Whatever rank. From a husband to the head of a cattle dip to a pastor to your area member of Parliament and all the way up.
