Twenty years ago, the first modern ‘Girl Power’ music group called the Spice Girls burst into the scene with a song called ‘Wannabe.’ The Spice Girls were Sporty (a male fantasy of athleticism), Baby Spice ( like the freshers in Campus), my favorite Ginger Spice, Scary Spice (she just had to be the black girl, Melanin B) and the real scary spice, Posh, whom we now know as the materialistic Victoria Beckham.
We even had our own real life Spice Galish group in college in the late 90s – led by an amazon called Faith, a very funky young lady Annabelle Mugo, Julianne Mwaura (whom I had a crush the size of the Big Bang on), crazy Connie and this titanium beau called Tabs.
In the ‘wannabe’ song, the Spice Girls sing that ‘if you wannabe my lover, you gotta get with my friends.’
Yet when men try and get with ‘the friends,’ all hell breaks loose. And you either break the tight knit group of wannabes ... or are cut loose!
But I suppose what these young women meant was that a man who is interested in ONE of them should be ready to run through impressing the whole gamut of them. And as any wannabe who has tried to run this race will tell you, gourmet for five females (or taking a girl gang out of town, or even to the club) is a wallet shrinking affair. In fact your pocket may go to ICU, and refuse to come out alive.
Avoid women who want to be hunted in packs – they are money takers and time waster wannabes (and you won’t get any because many of them are still keen to display to their friends that they are ‘women of virtue’, yet preyed on alone, they are looser than the diarrhea tongue of that orangutang called Donald Trump).
Speaking of which, if Hillary Clinton wins the US presidency in November, three of the world’s most powerful nations will be female led – with Mrs May in charge of the not so United Kingdom and good Angela Merkel chancellor of Germany (not to mention that the IMF is now lady-led, and the UN may follow suit; I sure hope they elect the fine Croatian woman whose name sounds like a wannabe scooter – Vesna Pusic). The G7 pictures will look good with more skirts and suit pants, instead of just Merkel in a Global Boys’ club.
But the way to world power is not through those chamas where tea, wine, nasty gossip and petty politics are always the main items on the menu. In fact in Kenya, we can say ultimate political power got stuck when the watch called ‘Masaa ya Ngilu’ got stuck in 1997 pm, as the Spice Gals ruled the world.
Women wannabes giving tithe (and other things) to fake pastors to ‘give them breakthroughs’ this week will not work either. A woman has to plan and take concrete action, outside of the spiritual realm. Nor will attending motivational talks, even by Covey, or buying a stack of ‘How To’ and management books.
I once watched this fat lady plot and undermine products and people in an organization, only for the ‘people person’ man to end up with that coveted corner manager’s office. (I laughed like hell, heh heh).
Then as you know by now, there’s that ‘girl power’ group of fake feminists that I cannot stand – barren in mind and womb, with queer habits and any lie, however damaging, to make a name or turn a buck.
At the end of the ‘Wannabe’ song, the Spice Girls told us, twenty years ago, that what they really, really wanted was ‘we really want to zigazig ha!’