The stay at home husband

This particular group of individuals are hardly respected in our society, i could play an advocacy role casing point being lessons i've learnt this week from the pm that there's a great difference between, the two of us staying home jobless, me going to work, her at home and her going to work while i stay home. The scenario is like that of "when you have money you wonder why others do not and why they are borrowing" .That's the kind of scenario am experiencing from the career pm for finally she is ' employed'. By quotes being an auntie of hers who previously they had disagreed on payment terms during internship periods of campus, during the week she received a call telling her to report tomorrow of that day, i guess this might have been orders or requests of forces that would want to see us fully independent minus the occasional'borrowing'.

 This whole week i've been the stay at home husband taking care of the 'sumbua' baby and it has felt like a month, you know when the pm is here this baby is used to a schedule of going to the market and pluck bananas on her way that she ends up being given, but now i dont know the way around market maybe i'll have to, coming week. Thanks to Nash who lives nearby we have a place to go to when the stubbornness is too overwhelming that she has to be out. It has become a routine now by 10 she's all too stubborn thats how i end up writting one post ,At the moment inorder to write this i just let her play with the boyfriend outside whom i hear crying for being smacked by the 2 years junior girlfriend but they still have a chemistry already as i look. Thanks to the family employer now i got to persevere or else i get a job person to deliver me , for i got to be the cook, diaper changer, for the potty training has been an exercise in futility so far, the occasional 'wacha, wacha!!'. Surely mothers try and a more bigup to all the single mothers that have raised their kids without any support, those are my heroes so far.

It is on these occasions that am in the house with Nash and tobiko (of the pregnant business mind_), on rare occasion it was on the new friday(thur) that a kampango of nyama and wine is on the table, the pm checks in just  as the nyama is over and evidence cleared and Nash's by the door leaving, while tobiko and i are enjoying the wine. She enters furiously and rudely opens the windows, "hii nyumba inanuka mavi!!"she mutters disrespectfully. I feel offended for the kawine is already taking effect not that am not used to such occasional utterances, plus why say that infront of my guest, whereas on her occasions i just give myself shugli and leave the sitting room? Guess women do not need, neither require a good man, whenever they get one they do all they can to turn him bad. Maybe they have left the phrase "all men are dogs" sink into them too much that whenever a good man presents they believe always its a deal too good to be true, and will always yap yap to put the man down or prove his goodness lest do they know they testing a man's patience that does not last long and soon they are left after one withdraws slowly leaving her wondering what went wrong, the man never to look back again at the 'trouble'.

I guess what the pm suffers most is insecurities which majorly were sourced from a place called 'psyz' some years ago- (that story is better left untold for now). Was it because there's a person of out in the house she dislikes or insecure that the bond has been taken too far? i ask myself. I show my concern and am told its because she has drank alot of teargas in town. What a lame excuse, either way we continue with the wine small small talk some in disguise as the pm roams into each room exclaiming things here and there more to herself than we. Tobiko can no longer take the heat and leaves too leaving me with this rare wine thing in plenty to cool it. I give the pm a bad look and declare cold war "hiyo wine ikimwagika pia we umwagike!"as i see tobiko off to the gate. As soon as am back i continue small time seizing opportunities to express my displeasure , eachone is met by a heated argument untill i throw hands and put new sim card in fone which was earlier replaced by the pm after the baby had eaten the previous second replacement card. I try to remember people's numbers who are hardly in the house but drinking beer at that hour. I try mulama's, my campus buddy formerly a hideskin scratcher turned a bank sales person now and atleast earning something that is keeping him away from the all too rowdy beer borrowing school going kids he was hanging out with.

Sure class can change within a very short time, despite Mulama having been employed just last month, i used to call him for a shared drink as we discuss how the hr we learnt in campus together has not yet helped us but making us more poorer and less and less of ideas to make money, he could show up with funny looking dudes of the dingy hood he lives in, quite distasteful it was but now it has changed drastically. "Uko wapi", i ask after the guess of number turns right "(deleted)" he replies , "wacha nakam basi", i reply as i gulp the remaining wine and furiously or rather pretensiously, burst out with track suit, i didnt even bother to change, i meet him at his usual local and the drinking continued. I dont know about you but whenever i taste small alcohol i always want to drink more in this case it was a 12.5% wine and the excuse of a burning home making it unhabitable.

 We beat water and he tells me there's a pilsner mfalme thing going on in the neighbourhood of our former campus where we used to destroy together when sophomores. We head and true to it the joint is parked with campo kids and parking full, probably of the familiar 'budas' who have come to rokota as they always do, or many a parents that night might loose their cars on accidents. The fun is maxi leave for the girls shaking their deriele on my crotch small small, and you know with a tracksuit my whooper might easily sense the sorrounding meat and respond accordingly poking someone's behind violently! It can be embarrassing at times and so i fight all ideas of climbing somebody and choose to enjoy the beers coming in plenty from the former hideskin scratcher(Mulama) all in all if i would climb someone maybe in car which we didnt have, she'd ask for beers which i would not buy,she either lived in hostel which gate is written girl's only, i only had 200 that could not buy room around nor taxi. i consoled myself with all these facts and promise to improve on performance once am employed by UN or something and such opportunities shall be grabbed with both hands.

This club we go to , i used to live just behind it and most watchmen and manager must know me for how i used to show them fire whenever they denied entry of my 'visitors' in the wee hours. imagine you are with somebody and the watchman tell you 'hakuna kuingia na mgeni"? I get tempted to wazee hukumbuka, i go over to the gate leading to the hostel and enjoy the watchman i leave in room no.(deleted) and he opens i head to my previous room maybe now its inhabited by a good looking person of out whom i'll confuse am stranded just as we used to do whenever very high and was not lucky to beba in clubs, there would always be an accommodating neighbour and the night would be spent there. I was not lucky with the many knocks i made on doors of all blocks maybe because it was too late when dreamers visit their dreamland or there are many 'totos" of my nature and the occupants are already familiar of drunks who go knocking doors. I loved the thrill of it mostly coz i was now so out of that life which seemed hard to be left due to the many hardships of books and exams associated with campus, everything else except exams and cats was just okey!.

I head back to club more for the fear maybe the guyz there nowadays are bad people and if they might open those doors simultaneously and mistake me for a thief that can be an unwarranted mobjustice, i saved my face and the shame that would be associated with that. More drinks and everything flows in these campus clubs , someone nearby is with a 'mzinga' of viceroy, kenya cane,and what have you, you end up partaking some and you'll be KO in minutes, for maybe some have been injected other hard drugs. I indulge fully but cautiously maybe for the fact that Mulama is still supplying my PILSNER other than for the occasional vice shots am getting from the dude next to me. Soon its early morning hours and can bearly walk, thanks to Mulama who hires a cab, but someone pinches my cheap phone and some loose change as i come to discover as i stagger home and with the alert of pm who was worried or rather concerned of her actions earlier that either led me to hang myself or what do they think later?. Their senses always come back later and began regretting their actions, she had actually been calling nash at wee hours to know where i had gone to, to no avail as i learnt later. It was a relieve to her for my reappearance rather than the occasional scorning and a shock to me that my phone was missing. Luckily mulama had taken its safe custody but for the change i dont know maybe i partly paid the cab.