Women have themselves to blame

Women have themselves to blame.

There is such a thing as shooting yourself in the foot and proceeding to wail. That is what young girls and adult women (read women) do these days. They epitomize the highest sense of envy, jealousy, betrayal and sometimes utter portrayal of all that Satan is about.

In the heated debate of student politics in our campus I witnessed a pitiful play of women back biting each other in secret and in the open. I did not just tear a page and publish this. I thought it through and concluded that if the observed trend continues, the next world war the next world war is going to be fought in the female frontier.

Long before the historic presidential debate happened, we had our own successful complete with observers, commissioners and everything. And it was free and fair. That notwithstanding, I got an ugly glimpse of girls shouting each other down and pulling microphones like little babies  fighting over lollipop. It happened that one was a moderator and the other was a chairpersonship candidate and time had elapsed for the latter. Unfairly, the lady candidate took to the podium when the male species had lied truthfully about their promising manifestos.

Now let’s call the lady leader Lucy for identity purpose. Lucy had simple, even mundane agenda. She said she will not promise and let us down. She said she will not install three taps for milk, porridge and beer. Neither will she antagonize us with the administration. The chauvinists had offered to give us everything we needed and more. Then suddenly, the bell rang and mic was grabbed from her feeble hands-by a Lady MC. Trembling and losing composure, her handbag fell and tears rolled down her double-dimpled cheeks. This act melted the hearts of the audience and the offending lady moderator was compelled to return the mic to Lucy.

Throughout   the entire debate, Lucy was cast as a weakling, prey, property, and project and completely unfit for the high office.

On the polling day the lines were long. Queues meandered like snake slithering to devour Lucy at the ballot booth. Sure enough she was swallowed whole and alive. She lost with a landslide.

I voted for her few female friends did. Majority of ladies shunned her as she was a leper. In the aftermath of the elections I heard good riddance hate speeches directed her way. She was saved and did not return the unkind words. She just kept quiet and moved on with her life.

Of course you will want to know who won. It was men and one woman. A lucky one was voted for our version of woman representative. You know our constitution reserves the post of Organizing Secretary for ladies. All the others (Chairman, secretary, treasurer and director of academics) were swept clean by the boys. And a good number of ladies voted for them betraying their own genome when it needed them most. Every elective post had a female aspirant and in some cases they were more than men.

This begs the question, why were these ladies trounced? Blame it on mediocrity, tribalism, patriarchy, bad luck but if the outcome of the election is anything to go by, the era of affirmative action is yet to down on South Sahara.

Could this be the reason why Ms. Martha Karua fought for presidency and lost, got an early retirement? The champion of the rule of law, family values , transparency and accountability and a tangible role model for the little girl who subjected to a life of  being there just to be seen and not to be heard. Like Lucy, Martha Karua was not rich to fly choppers as her competitors would or bribe the voters. Enough said, the rest reflect as you read.

The enduring moral of my little story is that both Lucy and Martha tried. The courage, the guts and gumption to throw their hats in the ring is far much better (at least to me) than lifting a stolen coveted belt at the end game. I salute you Lucy and Martha as for your women detractors, let them be ashamed that you tried and unlike them you are not a coward. Petty plotters of your downfall! In the meantime organize a fans’ thanksgiving party. Cheers!