ARE CITY WOMEN BECOMING A 'DORMINANT' SPECIES.

The vehicles young women are driving in this City can make one turn to a bank robber, drug dealer or gun for hire in a bid to match their larger than life lifestyle.

This clique of women can make you as a man think what you have done wrong to the Almighty that your doors have remained closed.

Before my relocation to Mombasa from Nairobi, I had seen ‘women empowerment’ at its best. There is this clique of urban ladies aged between 22-25, single and not searching, college educated, residing in leafy suburbs which have resident associations such as Kilimani, mostly unemployed; those employed take home less than Ksh 50,000 monthly.

 They move around town ‘spinning’ state of the art German automobiles. By the way who invented these automatic cars, when all vehicles were manual the number of women who drove on our roads were negligible.

Their male counterparts in this age bracket are surviving in dingy one bedroom apartments on the Eastern part of the city which face an acute shortage of everything from water to electricity only cockroaches are in plenty.

These hoods such as Umoja, Kayole, Kariobangi, and Pipeline are known to be the home to ‘Skyscraper’ residential amongst a host of other hoods which can’t be mentioned in front of people, you all know the tricky hoods on the Eastern side of our capital city.

Those who are trying to ‘live’ opt for those 20K per month bed sitters along Ngong road.

Though this move came as a relief to me for many reasons they seem to have sent their proxies to intimidate me down here at the coast.

This clique of women can make you as a man think what you have done wrong to the Almighty that you doors have remained closed and theirs opened. Questions like which church do they go to so that I may also jump ship?

Where do they bank their Cash?

 Who offers them loans without collateral for their so called projects?

Cross your mind when you come across them. They pass you on board those public service vehicles which have squeezed seats with bed bugs with their driver’s window wide open for you to ‘see your life’, how young they are yet they have ‘accomplished’ their goals in life.

 

Carrying the latest communication device which might have been released a week or so ago, you all know those devices that before being released to the market the company calls for a presser to officially release it.

I mean the iphone 7’s and group. Those phones that you can use as security for Toyota V8. If you have never seen your phone being advertised yet you bought it after bargaining your all at those River Road outlets, you know what I mean.

They dress in the latest Italian designer attires, use French colognes and apply makeup from Dubai; they only have taste for foreign goods. They shop for groceries at malls, in a worst case scenario will you find them shopping in supermarkets and other chain stores.

They can’t shop for groceries at the dirty degraded city markets even in their worst nightmares; they don’t know the existence of Gikomba and Marikiti.

The hang out in popular city joints which are frequented by potential sponsors who bankroll their lavish lifestyles comprising government contractors, tenderpreneuers, county government nouveau riche and those Nigerian Business who do everything in general but nothing in particular.

Mathematics is not my mother in law but the little arithmetic knowledge I have tells me the lifestyle these ladies lead vs their earnings, something isn't adding up definitely.

By the way I haven’t talked of those using their children as insurance to milk outrageous monthly upkeep courtesy of the multiple baby daddies to bankroll their lifestyles after lengthy tug of wars at Kilimani Law courts.