Cracking the bro code

Cracking the bro code

By Musyoka Ngui

Having spent my entire life within the Adam walls there are unwritten codes that we men live by.

One is that we don’t ask, we take. Actually we take and ask. Grab. You know that is like power. Politicians know this better. Power is never handed over. It is taken over. I am not taking about coup d’états and military junta. No.

Being decisive and bold in making up my mind is the mantra here.  As men, if we say we go we go. We do not require make up or going before the mirror and staring. 30 seconds of brushing teeth, 10 seconds of shoving shoes and picking the jacket. We are ready. We don’t wait for niggas to button up or belt.

And when we are out with the boys loyalty takes over. You cannot ask me where he is. Okay you can but I will have to ask him what to tell you. We thrive in consistency, simplicity and clarity.

Being a brother is such a nice thing. The little bro get to come home late without mum asking if he had finished homework. After all, he was with the big bro. A little bro is not supposed to clear the bills when seated with the elder bros. That will amount to insubordination. The big bros share the bills. To whom much is given much is expected.

So if you are dating my bro listen to this. You don’t ask me how he is. His manners or lack of. You learn him. Ask him. Unless you want to be told what you want to hear. Search the truth and don’t make those awkward moments of verifying every detail. And please don’t tell me how bad he is. I know. And you can never drive a wedge between us even if you try. For all those years we have been denying liability and are each other’s assets to death.