I was engrossed in one of Biko Zulu’s pieces on men and marriage, and let me tell you, I adore Biko Zulu – well, not in the “let’s get married” way, but I have mad respect for his work. In Africa, you see, a man can’t just go around saying he loves another man, even if it’s brotherly love. But I owe my admiration for Biko’s work to my brother, Stephen Ochieng, AKA Bache or if you like SOO_Ochieng.
So, I delved into Biko’s words, reading between the lines, and what I found was a revelation. It’s so darn normal for us men to bear our burdens in silence. We carry these heavy loads and perish quietly – like suffering in silence is our superpower. You see, as an African man, it’s like a cardinal sin to open up about your struggles, whether to your buddies or someone you hold dear to your heart. In our society, it’s practically written in stone that men shouldn’t be vulnerable. Go on, break that mold, and you’re labeled as weak, and nobody wants that on their name.
Don’t get me wrong; these aren’t just my thoughts. No, siree! It’s what our African society believes in. None of us wants to let the side down. I certainly don’t, and neither do you. So, I won’t be the guy who puts a dent in the armor of societal expectations. I’m not about to spill my financial woes and admit to being broke. That’s not how an African man rolls, my friends. But aisulu…
In this wild ride called life, it’s like the only way to score a touchdown is by being swimming-in-money successful. Forget all those tales about acing the national exams and securing your golden ticket to the Land of Success. It’s a beautiful lie. The real world? It’s more like a labyrinth of absurdity, and I mean it’s a real maze out there, folks. Sometimes it’s colder than a penguin’s kiss, and it can get depressingly gloomy. Success isn’t just handed to you on a silver platter; you’ve got to snatch it like the last piece of pizza at a party.
Now, I’m a young fella in his mid-twenties, and I’ve been on this never-ending quest to find my path. I’d like to say I’m making enough, but hold your horses; I’m not living the high life. My pockets aren’t exactly bulging with cash. I mean, I’m making enough to pay the rent and leave me with a handful of coins to survive on. Yep, that’s right, just enough to keep the landlord happy. I sometimes roll the dice with my transport and food expenses. But let’s get real, all they see is a well-dressed dude, thinking I’m living the dream. Ha, if only they knew that my second-hand shoe business is my lifeline, often collapsing due to my uncanny ability to snack on the capital.
With the meager earnings I scrape together, every now and then, I want to show my body some love, you know, apologize for the tough times. And during these moments, I’d love to have a charming lady by my side. They say life’s a tad dull without some female company. Is it true? Well, I’d love to let her in on my financial status, make her feel comfortable, and maybe even give those blue Subaru owners a run for their money – quite literally with my two-wheel footshoebishi. I want her to be content with my financial situation, but is that even feasible? Not really, my friends. The life I’m living is no hand-to-mouth existence; it’s more like scraping-the-bottom-of-the-barrel broke. The only thing that keeps my spirits high is my killer fashion sense, but let’s be honest, you can’t chew on style when hunger strikes. So, fashion, step aside, and let money take the wheel!
But here’s the kicker – I’m not just craving money to squash hunger pangs. With money, those growls will turn into purrs. I want to savor the finer things in life. Who doesn’t want to revel in the sweet joys of life, unless you’ve taken a crash course in madness? Beyond a cozy home, swanky cars, and smart investments, I want to impress the ladies, explore every nook and cranny, and dance the night away at those swanky shindigs. I want to savor my youth, just as the Bible advises, and in the wise words of Swahili, “Ujana ni Moshi.” I want to live it up, not waste it.
But here’s the catch – I’m flat broke. I can barely keep my head above water with these measly paychecks, and don’t even get me started on the taxes imposed by our “nabii” government, trying to tax a nation into prosperity – like trying to squeeze blood from a stone. My saving grace might just be finding some wisdom in the depths of this financial quagmire. So, to my fellow comrades of my age, you know, the ones comfortably ensconced in your luxurious cars, leading the high life, please, for the love of all that’s holy, share your wisdom with us, my friends! We’re all in the same leaky boat, navigating these turbulent waters, and we could certainly use a guiding star to help us chart our course through the stormy seas of financial distress.
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