When she's into you, a woman sets no standards or conditions

Couple in love hanging out on the porch. (Courtesy)

Even if it is projected on a loudspeaker on a Sunday morning when most men are sober and ready for church service, they do not get the fact that sexual desire is not negotiable. They are undoubtedly very smart individuals who register for top grades in school and boast of honourable titles in society.

Take, for example, the respectable engineering sector, female engineers registered by the board only make up 7.3 per cent. Globally, only 13 per cent of construction companies are owned and operated by women.

I am citing this simple statistic to confirm that our brothers come fitted with very good brains that conquer academic space only to be manipulated like teddy bears by women who twist and turn them around into all manner of knots where socialisation is concerned.

In a society where equality has been embraced at a gospel level, men have refused to install updated software that would make them function in modern-day wavelength. They still take demands from women they desire and even kneel down to ask for their hand in marriage. Many of the offers are always rejected in public by women who, despite having dated them for so many years, still feel hawajatosha mboga.

Like a hen being lured by grains to a death row, the men are kept tethered and controlled for many years by being supplied with some boring sex every end of the month to set the mood for spending the salary.

During this period, they are enduring an observatory phase meant to establish their ability to transform their potential into actual value. Many of them do not realize because nyash rules the world. How men are so obsessed with a section of the body we use for sitting beats logic.

You see, time and again we have seen them being dumped, all manner of insults being hurled at them to the effect that they are not ‘enough’. We demand a certain type of car before we can accept to wear their ring.

We set demands on the magnitude of the wedding budget we expect before we can say yes to the marriage proposal. We decide the holiday destination we wish to be taken if we accept to walk down the aisle with the man, and many more conditions.

Usually, when such demands are spelt, we offer nothing to complement the man’s struggles because we do not desire him and therefore, feel nothing even when they struggle. If a man does not make us feel butterflies in the belly and his presence does not trigger weird feelings in areas that are unseen by the naked eye, then he is a third grade loser who can only be used for financial gains if he proves himself.

Usually, such a man works tenfold as hard to keep the woman interested in him. He calls seven times a day to check on her, and with every moody response, he sends more M-Pesa to cheer his jewel up.

Among the cardinal qualities of love is that it is based on desire and the rule of thumb that all our church-bred- well-mannered brothers do not seem to understand is that desire is not negotiable. The cost of being a gentleman is that the good boys finish last in a rogue field of competition infested by few men who treat women with the level of confidence that leaves them wobbly on their knees and begging in their inboxes.

The confident men, on the other hand, are not given restrictions when they want to access the warehouses. In fact, the women shower with soap bought with their own money and pay for Uber to deliver the warehouse to the dingy slaughterhouse where the nigger lives with several other average boys in a bedsitter, something akin to the way boys ‘exiled’ one another on campus whenever they had a lady companion. Where desired rules, goods are delivered with no procurement protocols observed. No invoices, no good received notes, nothing. It is as messy as the good men would not want to believe until such a time that they are washed clean and dumped by the roadside to die from depression.

Where desire is concerned, we set no standards and have no class. We appreciate that we are equal to men and, in many cases, are actually more materially blessed than the men we desire to take to bed. We pay for hotel costs and perform like porn stars in bed to ensure that we keep our objects interested.

Back at home, the same woman would sulk and freeze intimacy because the husband has not moved the children to the prestigious school that she suggested or is yet to purchase a house in the safe neighbourhood where she intends to bring up her children. In response, the man in question works harder to achieve the revised KPI’s which keep being improved every quarter the more he works hard. The standards are manipulated like sales targets until one day he drops dead in the bathroom because of pressure.

The moment a woman supports her family when the dad demands ten Borana heifers from her suitor, the man should take a break from the negotiation and drive to the nearest pub to celebrate the breakdown and invest whatever is left after the party.

Many spineless boys will however desperately beg for a few more years to work harder and return with the required money before they can earn the woman who in truth would already be offering free intense bodily services to some gangsters that she genuinely desires.

Maybe men should know that the same product can be packaged differently by marketers for separate markets depending on the available expendable income.