Nairobi's Eastlands women are so real, they don’t even fake orgasms
2 weeks ago, 13:05
Julius Henry ‘Groucho’ Marx once opined that a man does not control his fate. The women in his life do that for him. Suffice it to say that in choosing a life-time companion, a man should never allow his mind to be under ‘head arrest.’
Forget the suburban or upcountry-bred ladies; environment greatly influences personality, which lends credence to the assumption that ladies brought up in Eastlands would make good wives.
A woman born and raised in Eastlands grows up knowing that there is no app for downloading money. She probably saw her father walk from Kayole to Industrial Area as a labourer and her mother washing clothes for others in the hood just to put food on the table.
Now, that is a lady who can eat meat when the month is good and comfortably settle for ‘USA’ (Ugali, Sukuma and Avocado) when things are tight without throwing tantrums, unlike town chicks who would make you drain your account or take a loan just because they are craving for Brazilian steak.
Ladies from mitaa like Kayole, Mathare, Dandora, Jericho, Kariobangi, Huruma and the ilk, might be ‘uncultured,’ even a tad bit ‘classless,’ but they are real. They do not fake anything, not even an orgasm! Chances that she might have a kid or two; whose deadbeat father is probably a manamba whom she met during a reggae session in the hood, are very high.
However, that is no big deal. Even Joseph in the Bible cared for a son who was not his and who turned out to be the saviour of the world.
These ladies are diamonds in the rough. All one has to do is to smooth up the rough edges, and by that I do not mean teaching them how to use forks and knives, but rather why they need not extend clenched hands to a man’s paros in the name of a gota greeting. They know the essence of hard work; understand what it means to struggle, to sometimes go hungry and to miss opportunities.
That translates into a woman who will save the little food money the man brings home for rainy days, instead of wasting it on fake nails. These women will budget well and shun extravagance. Lucky are the men who bag such women if they are the hallelujah type.
Just ask DJ Moh and how lucky he considers himself for having Size 8, the girl who grew up in Jericho. Did you see her mateke before Jesus and Moh found her?
Ghetto girls are ride-or-die kind of women. If you have one, you should be proud for getting yourself a mother, concubine, bodyguard, chef and probation officer all rolled up into one. If she does not approve of your clique of friends and deem them as ‘spoiling you,’ she will not give you an ultimatum.
No, she will only make sure to add too much salt in their food next time they come calling!
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