Kenyan women always favour foreign men. Be it the Dutch village priest,
or the British ‘Johnnies’ will always have a head start compared to Kamande,
the local County Rep. A foreigner stands a better chance any given Sunday.
White men are primarily preferred as passports out of the country, and
yeah many women profess undying desire to sire a child with a white man. ‘They
are so ‘cuuute!’ They often pipe, swooning.
What beats me is how the Nigerian ‘Oga’ men have overtaken our revered
Omondis in matters of love and romance. For a while, our lakeside brothers made
the rest of Kenyan men look like beginners in front of women.
And as long as romance was measured in terms of flowers, cards, and
flattering language, men, more so my clansmen had absolutely no snowball’s
chance in hell with fair-skinned, curvaceous women. At some point I had a
personal grudge when I twice lost beautiful ladies to Luo men!
Now Nigerian men are the most sought after in Nairobi. And they are
everywhere. From the leafy suburbs to middle-class estates such as Lang’ata and
South B, to the dusty Umoja. They have barber shops which I am persuaded are
just facades for something powdery.
They are currently the best bad boys in town. I don’t think they are any
more handsome (and I am straight) than Kenyan men. While their borderline
arrogance evokes suicidal and xenophobic thoughts in us, some women find it
sexy.
They have fat egos, talk loudly, and have a sense of entitlement that is
as repulsive as it is unmanly. Real men are calm, moderate, and rarely loud.
But you can hear Nigerians arguing from the 18th floor of Hilton from Uhuru
Park.
These execrable habits that all Kenyan men hate are the very things our
sisters fancy. I will be forthright: It is the money. There are women who can
stand all forms of abuses as long as the sex and the money are good. These
breed’s mantra is ‘it is better to cry in a Range Rover than laugh on a boda boda.’
Utterly hair-brained.
We often hear of incidents of ‘Ogas’ kicking hookers from the third floor
without paying them. They abuse their girlfriends, yet most choose to suffer in
silence provided the rent for that SQ in South C is sorted.
Most Nigerian men treat local women cheaply. Indeed, most can hawk their
soul for an iPhone, some tasteful furniture, and a weekend of guaranteed rum
and single-malt whiskeys that local men can ill-afford.
Men from West Africa are overbearing, and the laidback nature of most us
has made them conceited they walk around as if we don’t even exist.
I am sick and tired of these ‘brodas.’ And now that our women entertain
them, I’m sure they might scatter their wild oats and in future we will have
children born of arrogant fathers and mothers who sold out their Third World
souls to West Africans.
I am a Pan-Africanist and want the Nigerians to prosper here as I would
like to prosper in Abuja. But they
should behave with some decorum, cut the noise, and be respectful to their
hosts.
As for the ladies, don’t be too cheap, cheapskate. There is more to life
than Dom Perignon and fancy Galaxies. As you grow older and your Nigerian man’s
clandestine affairs are busted, you will need your soul back. Someone ought to
rein on this exotic curiosity of Nairobian women.
snyanchwani@standardmedia.co.ke
Culled from standardmedia.co.ke
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