Friday, August 30, 2013


With the current cases of husbands' vulnerability to their ruthless wives, i think my vision of bringing a foreign content as a wife to my village is crushed, gone and forgoten,

To avoid such eventualities as being locked inside the house because you look sick until Maendeleo Ya Wanaume comes breaking, i have decided to marry this girl from my village, from my tribe.

You see some things are even unimaginable in some of our cultural orientations. As a man, yes a man who went through wherever you go through to deserve the title, it is a gross taboo for my wife to even contemplate provoking me.

That can only be displayed by a girl from my tribe who knows how explosive i can be upon the slightest provoke.

You know very well living with a wife can be equated with sharing a bed with an enemy..this is somebody you share nothing other than that doomed love you pretended you have for her when you thought lust had overcome you.

This can be excercebated if i marry outside my tribe...complicating the chemistry of having a thing in common.

You see that girl across the ridge whose family hut face your cottage. That girl who saw you grow and be what you are. That girl who knew who your father and mother is long before you courted thats the best wife for you...thats the wife who will not dare do to you what others have recently gone through.

The wife who apart from calling you her husband...she also calls you by the name of your origin/ clan.

Thats it for me.


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