LADIES, STOP BEDDING WITH DOUCHBAGS

We probably  all have a cousin,  a sister or a close friend married to a douchbag. A man who has a dark hole where his brains are supposed to be. A man whose groins are his thinking engine. A man whose genitals are responsible for thousands of innocent fatherless children across different parts of this country; from Lamu to Busia and from Lake Victoria to Mandera Wajir deserts.  An egoist with a thinking capacity of black bathing towel. What annoys me most is that these female relatives and friends  embarrass the entire clan and society by marrying or having a child with such an egoist; a man who should be denied all conjugal rights in the world. Or maybe, an egoist who deserves castration using the crudest tools ever known in this world. I have NO apology to offer on the latter. 

Honestly and sincerely, I don't know where women pick these imbeciles. But I have noticed that anytime I go out with a bunch of some of my very stupid friends, it is the never-do-wells in the drinking dens  who attracts the most water-mouthering  beautiful,  hip loaded and half-body bleached  women. There is a strange alchemy between loafers and attractive women. It is like the biggest douchebags are the strongest magnets to the most beautiful women. God forbid if these imbeciles end up marrying your sister, in-law or favourite cousin. They will abuse her, cheat on her, manipulate her and eventually kill her. Take that to your nearest matatu sacco. NO apologies again please.

Am cognisant that its true that women are bad judges of character. May be it is fear and this bad judgement that traps them into these abusive killer relationships. May be its stupidity, I don't know. Or do you know? If YES, please make it vividly clear, as clear as crystal into my mind. May be abusive men are so good in bed that these women would rather stand the abuse and enjoy the abusive men 'Mollis I Surrender'  abilities. You must have heard and you familiar with this statement, "A lady would rather drive in a Mercedes S-Class other than ride in boda boda?" Same stupid thinking is applied when our ladies are dating these bastard and dismissive men. So at stupid indeed by our very beautiful ladies popularly known as Divas.

Ladies,  run away from these stupid men who will just impregnate and dump you like the contents of an ashtray. They will  leave  you with the burden of bringing up the kid(s), struggling to pay school fees  and the general hustles of happily taking care of the kid(s) . Wake up! Open your eyes, upgrade your thinking beyond your jewellery pierced noses and awaken your consciousness. STOP SLEEPING WITH THESE DOUCHBAGS THIS FESTIVE SEASON AND SEASONS TO COME THEREAFTER. If you have eyes, read, if you have ears, listen to me, if you have a sober mind, re-think your strategies of dating these douchebags.

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