A colleague had gone to his fiancée’s house in Nairobi last weekend, while the rest of us headed to the coast for a team building meeting. On Monday morning, as we were shaking hands to say goodbye for a day off before resuming work the next day, he called one of us citing an urgent matter he wanted to discuss with him. So the friend asked me to stay with him a while longer while he waited for him to travel from his fiancée’s residence to the city, when he arrived and they asked him what the serious problem was, he formed a shy and dishonorable smile, pushed him away from me . and he began to beg her to lend him some money to go home.

Unfortunately, the friend had no money and instead advised him to try and see if he could help. As he had no liquid cash, we talked until we reached a nearby ATM on a nearby street, my friend asked him how he had spent the ten thousand that the employer gave us each, just in two days.

When I playfully consoled him that men blindly spend in the presence of women they are in love with, his discouragement found a way and began to empty his heart.

He lamented that he was certain that his future wife, who happens to be from a tribe notorious for sorcery, uses potent potions to blindfold him and spend lavishly on her, only to leave him destitute. I joked that he should dump her for a better girl who wouldn’t fleece him, but he contradicted himself by saying that he might be the problem because he once had another girlfriend from central Kenya and that he used to have the same financial hurdles.

The other colleague suggested that there was nothing supernatural about it, stating that our friend was not trapped alone in this web, as he knew friends of his who spend all their money entertaining mistresses and do not come home with the little bag of salt. that their wives ask of them. or even half a kg of sugar. Sometimes they even find themselves without the ticket to return to their places of residence, and start begging for coins from strangers saying that they were attacked by kidnappers or that they were robbed.

It finally becomes crystal clear that many men have many financial shortcomings while with their female lovers, it’s not just a problem unique to my colleague at work.

Hassan, a craftsman along the Mombasa road in Nairobi, admits to having suffered from this problem when he was young and boasts that he wisely combated it by making sure he always carried exactly the amount of money he estimated he needed while with his girlfriend. He says that although he often felt embarrassed every time he told his girlfriend that he had no more money, it saved him from the misfortune he had been having of buying her expensive gifts and going back to ordering food from friends when he returned to his place of residence. worked. .

In fact, he confesses that this helped him to have the opportunity to better love his girlfriend who finally decided to marry her. He says that at first he felt that the lady was using charms on him and therefore he did not feel completely free of her while he was with her. When he finally got her spending under control, he discovered that he had been her own problem and fell more in love with her until last year when they exchanged vows at a colorful wedding at the Nairobi Arboretum. He was also surprised at how the lady also adjusted his behavior and stopped asking for gifts and impromptu niceties.

For Kamaliza, a popular bricklayer in the town of Mwingi, Kenya, the women are best described as demons sent by the devil. She remembers one time that she left home to pay school fees for her son, who was then in third grade. She says that she decided to spend the night in a local town to freshen up her bowels a bit before proceeding to pay her school fees the next morning. He recounts his ordeal with a twilight girl who blunted her wits and fleeced him out of the seven thousand she had earmarked for fees. He remembers his embarrassing concern the next morning as he drove around town looking for a neighbor who worked as a driver to help him with the fare home, instead of going to school to pay his son’s school fees. of the. if she tricked him into drinking more beer than he could handle and then stole from him, he refuses, saying he spent the money himself, in fact he wasn’t drunk as he had only had three bottles of Alsopps.

According to him, this served as the hardest lesson of his life. This is because when he finally tracked down the neighbor, she told him that she could stay at his house while she found a rate for him, citing the fact that he was broke and it wasn’t the end of the month yet. He recalls how he spent a whole week sleeping on the floor in a ‘boys’ house’, when he was a rich man with a boastful mansion at home. After getting the ticket and returning home, he deceived his wife by saying that the patrolling police had arrested him on his way to pay school fees and put him in jail. To cover it up, he borrowed money from another man for whom he had been building a house and sent a cousin of his to settle the fees to prevent the son from being sent home, as this would make him lose his wife’s trust. of the.

He says that from that day on, he promised himself never to have the company of any woman, let alone an affair, apart from his wife. Nzomo, a linguistics graduate from Moi University, recalls a time when he almost dropped out of school as a result of an affair with a classmate. The young man, who now works as a public relations officer at a well-known church foundation, says that just receiving Christ helped him sober up after reaching what he calls the cliff’s edge.

One Sunday morning, when the end-of-semester exams were starting the next morning, he realized ominously that he had a balance of fees and would not be able to get an exam card to take the morning paper, attempts to Persuading the dean of the school the previous week had been fruitless and now he faced the disaster of losing an entire academic year.

His parents gave him all the school fees he had requested and received a loan from the Higher Education Loan Board. He felt totally cornered and felt inevitable what he calls his own extinction.

He rejoices that he has taken bold and urgent steps and somehow maneuvered the doomed situation. He called her girlfriend and when she called him back, he called her a son of a bitch and Lucifer. Before she could ask him what the problem was, he had without hesitation announced that the matter was over and that he had received Jesus as his personal savior.

He quickly dressed in a suit and tie and joined other believers at the Christian union service where after the sermon and the evangelist asked if there was anyone willing to break the yoke of sin and receive Jesus Christ, he said yes.

He walked with tears in his eyes to the pulpit at the request of the pastor. After saying a short prayer behind the booming voice of the jubilant preacher, in denial of the evil one and in acceptance of handing over his heavy burden to the son of man, he announced to the congregation, sobbing, that he had lost both of his parents. to the hair-raising car accident the year before, and that he was facing the possibility of failing the exam due to a balance of twenty thousand fees. The Christian union officials, after a brief discussion, asked the rest of the church to contribute generously to the orphans’ fees, and the president gibberishly philosophized that whoever helps orphans helps God himself. They collected a total of sixteen thousand; the rest came from the union treasury. He narrowly escaped the exhausting nightmare!

Despite working as a taxi driver in Kenya for more than a decade, he has no family, not even a makeshift structure from house to house. He tearfully laments that the women have conspired to milk him to the grave. That’s Ulomola for you, the man who uses his dental formula that women and the devil are birds of a feather. He remembers a time in 2009 when he was hospitalized for three months, the bill totaled 159,000 but he couldn’t raise a single hundred for his cost. He took advantage of the benevolence of supporters and relatives who contributed the amount in a fundraiser organized by his elderly mother.

As he says this, tears well up easily in his eyes, realizing that women have become a ruin to him that he can do nothing about. He cries as he realizes, as if for the first time, that he has never bought his mother a bachelorette dress, not even a handkerchief, while he has spent thousands buying clothes for other men’s wives. .

If you think the above suffered some major ignominy, then you may never have heard of the tribulations of Musyoka, the indiscreet young man who sold all his acres of land and moved into the residence of the love of his life. Within four months, all 300,000 shillings were thrown away and the mother of one called her clan and announced that someone had visited her house and refused to leave, and could they help her drive him away?

However, the middle-aged man is alive and can at least tell his story as he hopes, against hope, to win the jackpot one day. Better the. A Musyoki once, people tell you, had a cunning lover from central Kenya, and the duo seemed inextricably entwined by the unbreakable bonds of love until the unfortunate events of 1987.

She convinced him to write a will, because death was not stupid because of age, not even because of love, and he never knew the hour or the minute. Having written that all her millions could be given to her lover on the occasion of her untimely death, the woman hired thugs and before sunset she had all the wealth in her name.

On this premise, any young man who appears to be in love with a woman is dubbed “Musyoki from 1987!”