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My commute home from work is usually dull. Nothing to report about. On occasion however, something interesting happens.
Last evening, about 45 people aboard a Kenya Bus had to endure a phone conversation by a college girl, with who we would only assume was a male friend. Being part of one end of the conversation only, we could not totally verify what was going on, but we had the general idea.
The young woman went from borrowing, no, demanding for the guy’s laptop so she could do an assignment to asking him to sort her out on a small 5k matter. She went on to casually mention that her data bundles had expired that day and gracefully led the guy into suggesting he buys some for her . In between that there had been a request for the man to do her school project proposal or pay someone to do it for her, keep their trip with kina Nancy to Naks in mind and hoard of several other things he ought to do for her.
She vehemently denied having the guy’s flash disk but from the rate at which she was asking things from him, we could only conclude she had the flash disk too.
We listened to ‘them’ argue about her being put on loudspeaker by the guy and again going on about how he had ignored her missed calls that morning.
Her conversation lasted for more than one hour and I can swear that there was not an issue that was been concluded without her asking the man to do something for her.
I was utterly disappointed. We cannot raise our daughters to think that their answers and solutions lie with men.
If a woman cannot sustain herself when she’s alone, getting a man will not help her. She’ll just become a clingy, dependent, nagging human being. We know how those stories end.
Don’t blame me for listening, we all did. Plus the bus was silent as night while she howled her way from town to Rongai.