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Sunday, 19 July 2015
DROP THE SWORDS!
It feels very nauseating actually penning this down; you'd imagine I am using my saliva as ink (doesn't language have more terminology restrictions than the tongue?) Well, I regard myself one of those minds that wander the galaxies without getting lost in some black hole and that is why I feel Nyeri women are brutally insane, a very beastly mutation among this very noble ethnic group.
In a society with very archaic ideas about some groups having more bedly prowess than others (of which I personally find disturbing), then perhaps we have ourselves a libido crisis in some parts of our unique possibly alien motherland. So what should the government or any well-deserved humanitarian do? Maybe hospitals should trade in aphrodisiacs, since the popular watering holes dubbed Wines and Spirits are almost a thing of the past. Maybe Kenyans should embrace Tantra and start from the bottom in satisfying the desires of their nether regions or perhaps, a more rather suicidal but also useful step in this madness of genital amputation (I digress, third leg); we could just legalize prostitution. Those women with lioness kind of sexual appetite can now actually pay for their services, rather than their husbands pay painfully for not having enough "man power" under the belt. Wait a single minute, why is this even a topic, err, debate?
In painful annoyance can I play Philosopher and declare that masculinity is to be buried soon and is in ICU, or is feminism awakening the monster in our women? I thought intercourse started with the mind, and this does not give license to these upcountry psychos to cut the heads, sorry, brains of their failed husbands. Or is our Adamic right to ignore pain the excuse to this unexplainable catastrophe? There are so many questions to be asked and trust me, they are not near rhetoric as the balance of nature keeps insisting on the dominance of Patriarchy. I shall in no way think of being the devil's advocate, if any kitchen knife holding ninja dared try her skills on my phallus I'd rather lose a finger protecting my crown.
So, what say I? Let's shun this hypocrisy, first we hid sex education under the carpet, then we let our men (or boys is a better word) stray like village dogs and now our daughters are vigilante samurais. And still nobody wants to talk about, not even a comment just empty meaningless humor of it in social media, have we intoxicated ourselves so much that out hearts are also under influence; such that our humanity is almost running out? We need a revolution, and am not speaking of any round movement and it starts with you, sorry to say. My heart-wrenching regards!
©Lamebrain
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