Today, I will be talking about lazy stay-at-home wives who sit pretty and wait for their husbands to bring home the bison.
I
am talking about those work-shy, under active women littered all over
Nairobi’s posh estates such as Lavington, Runda, Kilimani and Karen, who
have perfected the art of lying in wait – quite literally – as their
hardworking husbands slave all day in the office.
Those
grandiose air-heads who are ever on the razzle-dazzle, showing off to
their friends as if money has excused them from the use of logic.
Women
who have absolutely refused to work — not because they have toddlers in
their bosoms — but because they think their husbands are making enough
money for her and her brood to gorge on.
Those
self-entitled wives who squander their hardworking husbands’ wealth –
money they never worked for – because they think they deserve it.
I
am talking about those lethargic women who do not want to break a nail
at the office, but are over-protective of what they have not worked for.
Those sluggish yoga-worshipping lazy bums who call ‘mine’ what is actually the fruit oftheir husband’s sweaty brow.
The
type that their husband’s leave in bed at the crack of dawn as they go
to work and find them in the same bed, sound asleep when he comes home
at midnight, aftera long day.
Their
husbands are the real men. These are the men who have the intestinal
fortitude to take on the world by its horns and conquer it.
PERSONAL LUXURY
They are hardworking men of valour who took great risks in life to be where they are today.
They started small businesses when it was practically impossible to succeed in business.
They stuck to their guns, fought tooth and nail to keep afloat.
And today, sitting in their lofty, padded offices in buildings throughout this city, these men deserve to be celebrated.
They sacrificed themselves, their personal luxury, their time and comfort to build successful companies.
They pushed boundaries, fearlessly tackled new territories, trotted the unbeaten path to emerge triumphant.
Yet,
it is their wives who are most protective of these empires. Empires
they have no idea how they were built. These lethargic wives who slept
through the entire struggle.
They
failed to pull their weight, declining to get into the grind, just
sitting pretty at home waiting form zee to sweat it out in the fields.
It
bothers me, actually, it nauseates me, to see some women leave their
jobs to be ‘stay-at-home’ moms choosing to stay at home, even when their
children are well over 7 years and don’t need them to be there at home
all the time.
You have a degree, possibly even a masters’ degree, you are of sound body and mind, but you refuse to lift a finger.
So
why did you bother with getting a degree and a masters’ if you knew all
you would do with those certificates is hang them on the wall? Why
bother taking your daughters to school if you show them that being a
stay-at-home mother is all they can be in life?
GOSSIPING ABOUT YOUR FRIEND
Your
life has been reduced to just dropping and picking children to and from
school, coffee with your girlfriends, hours at the salon, spa and gym,
as your husband sweats it out in the office.
Your
afternoons are not spent in board meetings where you belong, but in
your sunflower-themed capacious kitchen in Lavington, perched on a high
dining stool, ruffling through “True Love Magazine”, waiting for the
oven ‘ding’ sound effect to beckon you that your cookies are ready.
You
spend your Wednesday afternoons, not closing deals in heels, but
gossiping about your friend who got promoted to be company secretary.
Your
mid-mornings, when you are supposed to be running the marketing
department of a multi-national, are spent swiping your husband’s credit
card at an overly priced spa; those spas that apply slimy clay and frog
eggs on your face. Yet you are the first to show offto your friends what
you purportedly own; property your indefatigable husband has
painstakingly put together without your help.
Some
of you may argue that you contributed to your husband’s wealth by
providing ‘moral support’, taking care of the home while he was away on
business trips and sweating it out in the office.
That
you ensured he came home to a clean house, hot meal and warm bed after a
day of toiling. That argument will only hold water in a court of law
when he is divorcing you and your lawyer is trying to negotiate a
ka-deal for your poor self.
You and I know that you can do better by getting off your oversized posterior and actually pulling your weight.
I
don’t know much, but I know it is unattractive for an educated and
empowered woman with degrees to just sit at home, waiting for the Mister
to bring home the kill.
Otherwise,
if you are not careful, younger, industrious women like me who are not
afraid to break a sweat and a nail will take over your husband and help
him double his empire!