Bob Collymore, CEO Safaricom just got married to a smart, beautiful independent and driven woman but that’s not why I am writing this post today. Everyone gets married at some point. George Clooney broke so many hearts when he married that Persian woman(the lawyer) and we moved on from it. The prince broke hearts internationally when he married Kate and we simply stopped giving a rats ass about him. I did not even know Bob was single to begin with. I am writing this today because all that most mediocres picked from that amazing union was her tribe, the fact that she is alleged to have children from her previous relationship and her skin color.
First of all, single women out there are the strongest kind of women anyone can be with. Single independent women for that matter. They have learnt to be their best kind of women and role models for their children and that never ceases to be no matter what. Not only will single mothers give you what you deserve as a great man who has been supportive with what she values most(her children) but they will also show you why it never worked out with most people through letting you experience the beauty that comes with the strength and love of a great woman.
After the news was out, light skinned and dark skinned memes were everywhere making it seem like skin color is all we have to live for. In my post here we talked about skin color and fake advertisement in Kenya and how most of you are going to be unable to procreate what you are because everything about your appearance is a sham and the brain lacks enough capacity to make it work for your children. I call it short lived dreams. Most women define themselves with their body and skin color. Nothing more. Anyway, back to Bob getting married: people bashed this union insinuating that Kikuyu women often ended up with our most eligible bachelors.
Apparently, most good guys marry Kikuyu women. Well… I do not agree with that assumption or rather: I do not care if it is true or not because most Kikuyu women I know are hardworking and you can never dispute that unless you are a fool or you literally do not know hard working women at all but let’s just talk about why: as other people get married to people they beget, others spend time talking about it. The Kikuyu woman Bob had married holds a masters degree, has her own company and all you have is an ass and a few Instagram likes, free bundles, storo bonus, some free make up you won on a competition online and a few fake friends but that’s none of my business. You deserve a high value man just like a hard working, educated and smart woman.
Kenya is a hotbed of socialites because we have killer bodies and the internet is an easy to access thing. We have free WiFi most places. One can easily access internet as compared to a book, food or shelter. From Huddah Monroe to Vera Sidika and way down to the lowest definition of socialites such as the infamous Vanessa Chettle and Corazon Kwamboka, these women do their hustle and promote parties, fight in Kempinski, call each other plastic thanks to plastic surgeries, call each other transparent women because they got rid of their melanin and steal ideas from hard working citizens or rather lie about it (read about it on here and that must be a turn on; to most intelligent men. Right? High value men would certainly love to spend the rest of their lives with these women. Which high value man wouldn’t??? Clearly, these women would excite them. Right? They would challenge their brains and blow their minds off not with a stellar blow job but with the greatest most intellectual ideologies and actions ever. It would be an off the chain union that would entail building one another. You get 10,000 Instagram likes and voilà, you are an entrepreneur! You are ready to support a man’s vision.
Those mentioned women above, are most women’s role models in this generation. You get to sit at home and hope to be as famous as our socialites because you have a great ass and a nice face. You party 24/7 because you are a student and hence have zero responsibility as your age-mate sells jewelry online making a profit as meager as 200 shillings per day. That’s how everyone starts. Everyone starts small.Anyway…. If you look at it, there is no such name as Wanja or Wambui or Njeri being flashed here on the list of the most beautiful, famous women on the Internet and heck: I have friends from the very central Kenya that we are now stereotyping who have asses far bigger than those of any mentioned women above, a great skin and a killer personality.
My close friend Wambo recently graduated and started a thrift shop. She sells Mitumbas and she is an actuary. Most of the women that demand respect ONLINE and wish for intelligent men to be with them often act like a woman was meant to be objectified sexually. As you wear that thong and parade yourself on Instagram for 4578 likes, a lady from central Kenya just started a trash collection business or the honey sucker business and soon, she is a class higher than yours. All people do in your life is slide into your DM and bruise your ego. Something you do not realize until it is too late.
I often have the urge to talk about things. It’s in my blood. It’s who I am. When I started writing, (I am talking on a personal level): I had a lot of readers from Europe more than anywhere else despite the fact that I started this blog initially hoping to solely talk to and interact with milleniums in Kenya and Africa as I understood our plight. Slowly, my Kenyan readers started reading my blog, I started getting email subscriptions and basically hit my target on the number of views daily. Most of my readers are honestly Kikuyu. Especially those that engage me on gender and diversity issues. Do the others have no internet access or I have to insult them to get their attention or matters that make sense that motivate people mean nothing to them?
I am not saying that the rest of us do not do it i.e read. I am simply stating that numbers do not lie. Stats never fail anyone and my statistics make me realize that life is what you make it. I have never seen a reading nation that fails or a failure that loves reading. A person that reads thirsts for knowledge and that thirst often drives them to be better than a fool who doesn’t. Maybe, people should try being the best they can be and beget what they are before victimizing hard working people. Anyway, as you sit in your small house hating on a woman enjoying her massage at the spa after a long hard day of work, start striving to be that woman. It’s time to ask oneself, “why them?”No, it’s not about being pretty when the Kardashians set the bar too high. no way. It is about what else you bring to the table apart from a vagina, a great body and a beautiful face. What more is there to you than what is seen by the eye?
Turns out, some people do well working on themselves while others feel better trashing the people that work on themselves and that’s the difference between a low value woman and a high value woman. Some of you are nothing but mediocre and mediocrity begets mediocrity. All you do is feel sorry for yourself and talk endlessly about other people. All you do is work on your back. All you do is dream but never work towards anything.
Honestly, as you waste time talking about people or trying to be other people or making assumptions about things that add no value to your life, you end up being a mediocre. We end up being bitter old hags who consequently end up with fellow bitter old hags. Then we start victimizing single mothers, we become tribal and the cycle continues. A tribe does not marry a tribe. We simply beget what we are. Truth be told, some people are so comfortable with average, they hate the go getters. When you raise your children average like you were raised, you are raising mediocrity. You are committing a crime to the very mind we were given to make things better for us. Stop having socialites and goons for role models and pace to be better. Push yourself to be better. Hey.. Start now. Maybe you will be the next billionaire instead of asking yourself why certain people marry the rich, be the rich!
Anyway, keep working hard on your comments as others work their butt off and you will attract exactly what you are. A lazy and poor dimwit who knows nothing but negativity. If I was a Kenyan man, I would marry a smart woman that would make me a better person, support my dreams and if that woman happens to be a Kikuyu woman no matter where am from, well and good. A woman isn’t her tribe, she is her attitude and some women have the worst attitude on earth!