Kenyans are known for their decency and cultural upbringing, largely influenced by strong parental guidance and church teachings. Raised to respect authority and avoid conflict, many Kenyans have grown into adults lacking the confidence to challenge authority or demand their rights. This explains why many have become mere spectators, cheering on Gen Zs who boldly push societal boundaries—even in risky endeavors like tracking the president’s plane.
Communities from Western Africa are exactly the opposite. Loud, rough and unapologetically crude. What they can do in private, they can also do in public and in the full glare of cameras. Led by the Nigerian men and their brothers from Cameroon, they would lead in the rating confidence levels. Perhaps only Jamaicans would rival them in that department. I hear Bob Marley would entertain all the women in his band in turns while Rita Marley slept in the adjacent room fully aware of the details of the activities. No Kenyan man would try such a stunt with his wife and expect to be alive the next day performing at a concert. You see, apart from wearing a tame demeanor, Kenyan women are among the most intellectually aggressive humans on earth.
Well, back to West Africa, when they arrive at a venue, they conquer it without the least sign of decorum. If they want to discuss Boko Haram, they will not whisper even if the space is a 20*20 with 10 tables and 50 patrons. Life stops for everyone and focuses on their bravado. Naturally, women gravitate towards such level of confidence and the Kenyan brothers and their decency are the biggest losers in this respect.
Our women love their assured steps, bold dressing and fancy cars, even if the toys are rented. Mostly, they live in the leafy suburbs with the modest ones occupying some of the most expensive apartments in Kilimani and Kileleshwa where they do very bad things to their willing victims. They are notorious for loud house parties where all manner of extremes happens, especially to the women. Well, I guess they do bad and good things in equal measure because girls keep going back for more of their rough acts aided with substances and good pay.
They walk around with dollars, which they dangle freely at the cashier or waiter in the full view of girls. Such uncouth behaviours allow them to bypass several phases of grilling since women have a terrible high affinity towards foreign currency, SUV and good colognes. With these, all rules take a back seat. Our cultured gentlemen watch in shock only to receive our calls the next day apologising and demanding to know when they are taking to meet their mothers.
Good men finish last. I mean, Kenyan men finish last. Maybe we have made the boy child too gentle to compete in a wild world with rogues who care less. By the way, only gentlemen get married, the others are too loud and chaotic to live under the same roof with us. They give us fun time and leave us to wed the good boys while they sample others further down the street.
