By D S
Today i have taken a break from politics and decided to be sufficiently philanthropic and dole out free advice to my fellow womenfolk.
If you are looking for a man to marry, stay away from Luhyas. Don’t touch them with a ten foot pole. If you want to start marriage on a clean slate, without a brood of irritants, avoid the Luhya man like a plague.
Luhya men are averse to condoms, yet their testosterone levels are high, thanks to mukhombero and their huge appetites for food. They impregnate all the girls they have flings with. You can imagine a sexually active boy of seventeen, still in high school, with a kid. By the time that boy is thirty, and ready to settle down, how many girls will he have gotten in the family way?
Let me break it down for you young lady so that you know what you are up against. I want you to think twice before you say, ‘I do’ to that dashing young man with a six pack to boot!
When a Luhya boy impregnates a Luhya girl, the parents of the girl ‘whose leg has been broken’, report the randy boy to the council of elders who quickly summon the boy and subject him to a kangaroo, village court which is never known to be impartial. The poor boy will obviously be found guilty and given the option of marrying the girl or taking responsibility for the fruit of their Union, begat in that moment of reckless abandon! When the girl delivers, she comes and dumps the ‘bundle of joy’ at the boy’s doorstep. Never mind that the baby still needs the warmth and milk from its mother! With a stroke of the pen (or is it the mouth?) the seventeen year old assumes fatherly responsibility! And the girl is let off the hook to continue procreating.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you. By the time the boy is ready for marriage he has two, three, four or even ten kids! Who wants to start mothering several brats begotten by the husband who could not put a lid on his loins? Run, Baby run! Don’t get entangled with a Luhya man, unless you want to start a children’s home.