Why is every other good and beautiful girl of marriageable age a single mother?

The week is busy and everything is falling all over. You have been rocking 15 hours to chew some miles on some project, and you don't realize that Real Madrid will play Juventus in a day. Your boys call you up, they say you can't miss this game. You are game. But, wait, you had agreed to meet with Mary on Saturday, and she sounded urgent. The good old men of the old days said that 'Mtu hakatai wito, hukataa aitiwalo'.

You are about to call Mary and cancel her, but you remember the book of rules, 'commit to your promises'. Instead you tell Mary that you are up to the meeting, before adding that you will need to find time away by 8.00pm. (You're married, y'know, and she will understand. You also can't talk about football because, maybe, she lost her boyfriend to the game).

As you stroll home you think about Mary, six years ago as a second-year student taking double mathematics. There is something about girls who take a double-maths in college; they are humble, they fear God and they don't sleep with men without a commitment. Sometimes they can be pretty boring, but it is understandable for someone who has to understand advanced calculus amid social pressure to hang out with girls taking marketing major at Tribeka, Lang'ata road or you know where.

Being a good girl in this city is a big problem. A man will spot you, walk up to mars and back declaring his love to you and even accompany you to church in a bid to win your love. He will kneel at the alabaster and beg the priest to give him the blessing of love, with a sole aim of accessing the pot of the good girl curled on her bed trying to crack up an exponential forecasting model before exams find her bare. I was told that when a maths exam finds you bare, it really does you.

In a phone conversation Mary told me that she cannot get a good deal with any company around, despite her first-class degree. In 2013 she got lucky, worked as a receptionist with a law firm but lost her job when her daughter arrived. She had dated Sam for two years before they missed her old friend (as they used to call her periods). Sam fled as much as God has any ground, switched hoods, phone numbers and friends. It could be true that a man can work as hard in running away from a girl who he has impregnated, as he would work when wooing that girl.

When I think about Mary I remember the days I could not spot dirty khakis in college, fearing that she may spot me, and I would get my chances blown away. One day we walked to the football field and sat down for what tasted like an eternity. I played with her fingers and she gave me that look like to say 'pastor told us not to let boys play with our fingers'.

Story short; why are all good girls single moms? Why are men so adept at leaving the best things they ever had, the world ever had? Why would someone ditch a double maths major, someone who knows the challenges of life? Someone who can help poor Rotich with economic modeling for SGR for the next 80 years, to proof that it is a bad investment, someone who is brighter than the entire Jubilee think-tank?

Every society succeeds by augmenting on its best resources, and the most advanced economies rode on their best women. But we are getting our best girls go unmarried (as they give up on relationships once that crude stupid boy runs away after getting a child with her), and that is costing us arms and legs. Isn't that the ladies need to pray more when they are entering commitments, or are we raising our children badly?

As I waited to meet Mary, I knew that I lost the best woman I know to a good-for-nothing brat who will pay it in full when he turns up at hell's gate. Her star is still bright, as she still got it, but she told me that she has more faith in her teddy bear than a man, any man. She is one, among many girls. Let's man up.