The normal man...

Hello there!!

For a few days now i have been following the life of the Naija Husband... and my sides are still aching. The musings of this Nigerian man and his wife are out of this world... but they resonate in a way with us (Kenyan couples).
In one tweet he commented on how Kenyans be showing the post lots of love (which is true..the shares on Facebook are MANY!!) and maybe we may have the Kenyan Husband musings...and this got me reflecting...
When Naija husband talks about his life with his lovely wife, I cant help but connect with him...he is a normal man after all!!!

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***Before you stone me.....
The perception  that many have of the Naija man is of a filthy rich oil drilling tycoon (thanks to Kenya Moore  and our very own Vee s baiby). Other perceptions are of the gambling, shady businessmen who bring the club down when it comes to parties. But the myth has been dispelled (thankfully).

I may not be a Kenyan husband, but i know of one Kenyan man who went through the same episodes as the Naija Husband with his beloved.

Just like Naija Wife, she was obsessed with her hair and all that had to do with hair. She loved to buy hair conditioners, never mind she had about twenty different conditioners at home, and she loved doing crazy 'treatments' to her hair. Initially he could never understand the addiction... reading hair forums, researching, the videos and tutorials downloaded in her computer with their own folder..."HAIR"!! With time, he let her be, and even suggested she invest in a hair salon since she knew so much about hair. He understood her obsession, even though he could not grasp all that hullabaloo about hair, since he always kept his at most, 3 millimeters long.

This Kenyan man knew his beloved loved to window shop, and it annoyed him to high heavens. They also loved to do their grocery shopping together on Sunday on the way back from church.  So, she came up with a rule, once in the supermarket, they would pick the essentials and then they split; he went to the hardware section and she went to the cosmetics section. She got her weekly dose of looking for the latest products with no intentions of buying, and he could satisfy the 'fixer' in him would see what may help him fix something... and he always emerged with a tool in hand. For him it was never a wasted trip. And then, they would meet at the liqueur section where he would pick his six pack of Heineken and bought her her favourite bottle of Baileys.. and laugh all the way back home.

This Kenyan man that I know would at times promise to be home early for dinner. Many times he was on time, and they would have dinner together while watching ESPN or National Geo Wild... all because they had to strike a balance between the soap operas she so loved, and wrestling which aired at the same time. They tried to split the TV into two but it never worked. So she learned of the prowess of LeBron James, and he discovered how well his beloved could commentate the entire game. There were days when he would follow the match with his eyes closed, thanks to the super commentator next to him... she never missed a single detail!!!

Of course, the Kenyan man was not perfect, since he missed curfew on some weekdays.. and always had penance in his pocket... a pack of Oreos she so loved, Dairy Milk chocolate bar which was the standard currency of forgiveness... and some days he would send funny memes through Whatsapp so that by the time he got home (late, mind you), all she could talk about was the funny troll. She would then barrage him with questions about his day, if a deal went through or if he finally discovered the cure for the Kenyan political madness. This always landed her in trouble, since he would talk on and on and on about some mathematics she could not understand...and she always ended the discussion with, 'Oh....' (blank)

The Kenyan man has his weaknesses too. One of them is that the always stored his most important documents at the highest point in the room... on the curtain box, on top of the highest cabinet, the chandelier... and he always forgot where he stored them. Thanks to this weakness, his beloved learned the art of balancing on top of stools upon stools and maneuvering her way while balanced six feet above the ground because she ALWAYS knew where he liked to store his stuff... above and beyond. 

She also developed a theory as to why spiders loved their home... her argument was that the spiders were learning from the Kenyan man on the art of "above and beyond", which came in handy since they would eat the mosquitoes that hid themselves 'above and beyond'.
She was never scared of the spiders, this Kenyan woman, but a dead earthworm would send her screaming... The Kenyan man understood this and never laughed at her because of her phobia. He would kill the worms and dispose them before his beloved saw them. She always knew she had a hero in this Kenyan man, worms or not.

Like all men, the Kenyan man had a past, and some details he was never proud of. But he never used them as an excuse for his wrongs. No one likes being judged because of their past, so they reconstruct their lives for a better future. The Kenyan man did this, he used his past mistakes to try and create a better future for himself and his beloved. Sometimes it worked, and at times failed miserably. But he had become man enough to know that no human being is ever a complete package. Even when his Kenyan woman feared for the future because of her past, he would encourage her with words and actions that helped her achieve what she may never have dreamed of achieving.

No one on earth is perfect, but everyone is special in some way. Some say all good things come to an end.. maybe that is true. But, once a person becomes special, they stay special even beyond their death.
Just like the Kenyan man. A normal man, yet special beyond measure. 

This is Serenity!!
Because Life is Beautiful...