Thursday, 20 November 2014

Five Reasons Why Men Should Dress Women with Respect not Undress them as Prospects.

For the last few days I have watched in agony the unfolding of what I will call the “societal subterfuge” of the rot in our society. A few men, I repeat a few bogus me, both on the ground clothed as “foot soldiers”, (sarcastically known as touts) and on social media, masquerading as the “fashion cops”, (politely known as chauvinists) of what is the right or wrong dress code for women. As I refuse to be drawn into a miniature argumentative verbalism, I will leave that to the so called fashion watchdogs.

photo courtesy of
I have intentionally left my comments to this late to simply allow the dust to settle so that I can address this issue in consideration of all perspectives without hindsight. As I always say, I think before I talk, so do I think before I blog. Over the last few days, I have seen people persecuted, some literally crucified on social media for taking sides. Whether you support #MydressMychoce or #NudityisNotmyChoice, my take is your opinion is as valid as mine. However, as human beings with common sense (though I know it’s not common to everyone) we should all first uphold RESPECT for women, before condemning their choice of dressing. It is a situation of putting the cart before the donkey, not the other way round.

Now, I simply think both sides have lost the fight and miserably failed to address the main issues, rather they have undressed their Nincompoop-mediocre reasoning whether of chauvinists, feminists, sexists, atheist or men of the cloth. Literally they have publicly slept and dinned with the devil himself without their knowledge by merely pursuing short-lived pleasurable innuendos as being the first to rant their two- cents sentiments.

Photo C/
Forgive me for the hardheaded and soiled words, it feels like insults but this is what happens when a sane mind, I mean a mind that is functional, can get when such despicable inhumane acts can be unleashed to the very species that is we-men- not only share same class but the very beings that have been sacrificed to bring forth the children of our motherland. Now, to avoid digressing from expressing my sentiments let me try and articulate why I believe men should RESPECT WOMEN and all beings (quite sarcastic to see such a placard displayed, speaks volume of the emotive motive)

#1 “A Woman brought you to this world hence you have no right to disrespect one”- Tupac. No matter how big or small, short or long D*** head you have grown to be, she gave her all to see you forth into this life. If you don’t give a hoot about that, ask the millions either drained down the sewer system or the dead an buried in cemeteries what it felt like being aborted or struggled to death and denied an opportunity to live. Absolutely, for this very reason a WOMAN deserves respect, whether she is your blood relative or not.

#2 God created man to protect not neglect, embrace not disgrace a WOMAN –Mathew 2:18-25. It is such a disgrace to see a MAN turn into a beast and devour the very flock he is supposed to look after. Who shall the flock run too? As men folk we should live to our desired obligations not misuse the very strength freely given to cause malicious havoc. Then, and only then, shall we please our Lord.

Photo c/o
#3 As a man you have an obligation to control your thoughts, not let your desires control your upstairs. How then can your fellow men or even your own children respect you back if you are quick to blame your poor judgment on your aroused penis as a replacement to your brain? Remember, respect is earned not demanded, if you respect women then they respect you.

#4 Any forceful undressing of a WOMAN amounts to RAPE and nothing less.  Any man who undresses a woman either in private or in public without her utter consent beyond doubt is a RAPIST and a MANIAC, a disgrace to humanity. He deserves to face the bullet as he has defamed the very nudity he is trying hard to cover. Nothing falls short of honor than a man who undresses a WOMAN without her consent looks into eyes and goes home smiles at his mother, wife, sister, daughter or any lady. Simply you are a BEAST.

#5 It is not in the nature of man to “Mansplain” instead men should be able to simply explain their displeasure with a situation. When the menfolk become a pack of complainers then the society is thrown into a pandemonium as we have witnessed the last few days.  Men should be leaders who only seek to show direction. If you cannot respect your mother or even wife or daughter, then respect yourself that way you can be respected. Let’s not put the entire menfolk into jeopardy, the world still need us.

Photo c/o
That said I rest my pride as a man and instead call upon our ladies to also try and swallow theirs as I have found it does not get you fat in any way. I admit that the world is no longer in the hands of our forefathers neither in our own. However, the developments have tremendously threatened to take us back to where we have fought to move from, the Stone Age era. Many women today have ignorantly tried to compete with their great grandmothers who were unfortunate not to have seen what clothes looked like.  They expose what is meant to be disposed; they seek to draw forth what is supposed to be withdrawn from, whereas they want to get away with such atrocious acts in the midst of the prying perverted eyes of their opposites. I mean it’s like an antelope attempting to catwalk in the midst of hungry pack of lions assuming that the lions might not be having teeth to do any harm. Simply, you put yourself at the mercy of beast.

The earlier we all realize that the human race is faced by an imminent catastrophic disaster pitying pornographic exposure vs. Moral decorum then the faster we will all put our heads together and instead of undressing the dress we then address the test. In the meantime let’s retrace our tracks and find out where we actually went wrong in the first place. Together we stand divided we fall.

 I subscribe to DIGNITY, RESPECT AND JUSTICE FOR ALL, a good course it is. 

William Murithi, © 2014

Wednesday, 19 November 2014

Our History, Our Heritage: Embracing our Origin for a Prosperous Future

“Knock,............knock,................................knock………………….. knock!”

Before we could even respond to the robust knock on the door, it gave way. As the door slowly curved in, a huge chisel-shaped human figure that almost scared the life out of us was appearing. For a   minute I held tightly on my grandmother’s left leg. I’m sure she might have been shaken by my cowardly act than by the monster of a figure at our kitchen door. 

photo courtesy of ancestral voices 
This was not an everyday occurrence that someone would appear from nowhere, unannounced just when my grandmother’s tales had taken the life out of our playful nights. However, this time it was not only a surprise but also one of those moments that stuck with you for half a century of your life. Mambo Jogu, had travelled miles on foot as he made his way to Katongu village after years of isolation in the far hills of Kiambogo. One of my late grandfather’s kinsmen, he was sentenced to years of tumultuous exile, despite the generous sacrifices and pleadings of my grandfather concerning his innocence.

Mambo Jogu, or simply MJ had years ago defied his forefathers deeply held traditions by ignoring the summons of the Njamba Noru (council of elders) after his heinous acts of impunity. To the ridicule of many, MJ was sentenced to exile for 40 harvest seasons (translated to 20 years) and was required never to be seen in the vicinity of Katongu until the years had elapsed. As a consequence of defying this order, his head would be presented to as a sacrifice to appease the ancestors. MJ had no choice than to honor his day in court rather than face his ancestors.  Nonetheless the village was not devoid of such acts. What was not clear is why the kinsmen of Katongu had seen it fit to send one of its brave men into wilderness.

“Ariririririririiii riiii riiii” my grandmother’s joy was beyond belief. I have never seen her being overwhelmed like this before.

We all jumped on our feet and stampeded to the door almost crushing my grandmother’s cherished gourd that stored last night’s brew.

“CHILDREN, CHILDREN…. Watch your steps or I will send you to sleep” (This sent a chill down our spine knowing how true she was to her words.)

Though it sounded a bit harsh at the moment as most of us were acting out of our own will as everyone was caught by surprise, obedience was called for without second thoughts. In a short while MJ was settled and clutching a mug of Granma’s porridge unperturbed, his face betraying the emotions we all had amassed since he stepped in.

The unfolding events in the last couple of minutes imbibed into my thoughts as if the concentration substrate had conspired to cause a PH imbalance. As I sat still, my palms sunk in my cheeks as if to deflate the last traces of air from within. It had never occurred to me before how the face of cruelty could turn its wrath on its son till this moment. They had come to witness one of its sons, go through the wrath of this deeply held traditions. For once, I was lost for words as to where did such repulsive customs originate from. However, it must never go unsaid that this same culture had made heroes celebrated worldwide as well as labeled the bravest of men’s as cowards.

No matter how inquisitive I was no woman or man in the village of Katongo had acquired the
photo courtesy of
courage to satisfy my thirst for answers. They all seemed surprised of my braveness to question these beliefs of their claimed gods. Since then I came to understand the origin of my clan’s cautiousness. Everyone seemed not to exercise some criticism to the traditions, taboos, and all the tribe’s does and don’ts. However, I appreciated their continued perceptions of those that dared to break away from this culture in pursuit of their beliefs. It might have been a taboo to break away from what seemed to have become a norm. How fortunate were my kinsmen that they had lived in tandem with all the mysteries surrounding them without having to question their origin.

In view of the world order today, I see my kinsmen spread far and wide; they have mastered the art of all nations, both in language and cultures. Their interactions with the nations are evidenced by their intermarriages and multilingual skills. Nothing has come close to what MJ epitomized. We have become accustomed to the adventures of our thinking not the mere dictations of our kin. We endeavor to make our lives and those of our children better than our forefathers. We embody the human spirit that depicts struggles and success alike without the deceitfulness of our toils. In as much as the world has washed our history in a bid to blacken the mystery that surrounds our origin, nothing seems to defeat the fact that we have deep roots in our conservative myths and traditions.

Let it be told that our forefathers struggled to defend their origin; they sacrificed their toils for the sake of our future. Midst the race struggles they defeated the devil. They stood aloof of the fact that theirs was a fight in vain. Today we can never be wished away just because they sought to gain a true identity. They unmasked and risked to face a bitter backlash from the rest of the world, who thought they never mattered.

Although we may not be in agreement with some of their atrocious deeds, we seem confident theirs was a worthy course. One that has made us who we are and has continued to raise more mystery than history can behold. We are because they were, we shine because they persevered, and we progress because they digressed from the norm. Our forefathers lived according to what was their source of heritage, whether we term it archaic or backward. Their customs, taboos, and traditions were a testimony of their existence. Recognition that they were present before us, their existence is an attestation of our origin.

Therefore, as we celebrate the BLACK HISTORY MONTH let us be humbled by our forefathers’ acts of courage to stand put against the currents of the world. Let us embrace the culture that unites us, and preserve that which identifies us. We should remember that we are a race that should embrace each other in DEEDS and in SPIRIT. Our unity should not be a coincidence but that which was intended by our forefathers. We should not be quick to condemn those among us who stand robust of their culture in mind. However, our conscience should befit that of a hero in times of war, to stand and defend our common identity. We are yet to achieve that which we are, as we work twice as hard to access our endowments.

Let us embrace each other and live knowing that our entitlement is not a silver platter but a conscious will to overcome the hurdles that our forefathers fought to standby. Just as Mambo J. understood the heinous acts of his kinsmen and obeyed without an atom of bereavement despite a life devoid of tranquility. I urge you all to learn the art of embrace and forge forward with humility to claim that which you are entitled. The Kingship is ours, where, OUR HISTORY IS OUR HERITAGE. 

William Murithi, © 2014