You texted me and told me I'm very handsome and I billed you for my gym premium subscription and you ghosted, it's okay if you're struggling as a woman but don't go around admiring men that are not on your level.
To those of you who are planning to divorce your spouses,especially women,Please remember you are in kenya not America. And here in kenya,things are a little bit different. Hapa hatufanyi 50/50 on Assets splitting. Apana! The law is very clear. That each spouse will leave the marriage with whatever they came in with. Kama ulikuja na Saidong’i maduong,unatoka na saidong’i yako maduong bado. Gari unawachia mzee,Si ulimpata nazo? Thats what the Supreme court decided. Na kama unasema ulisaidia mzee kutengeneza wealth,you must show proof. That you helped him accumulate the said wealth.
Here in kenya you cannot divorce yourself into richness. Lakini ata juu tunaongea namna hii,please dont forget we are a third world country. So vitu kama hii tunaita divorcing,hii niya matajiri wa serikali. Sisi walalahoi yetu inaitwa kuwachana, ama kuchotwa. Kuchotwa ni ile unarudingi jioni unapata bibi alihama na kila kitu,amefagia nyumba,na akakuwekea nguo pale sako kwa corner ya bedroom na kangunia kama chokoraa. Woi! Apana chesa aki. Apa lasima tukae ngangare walalahoi!
I don't care for your agenda and I have no dog in this fight. But I want to address this thing you people always do.
What you're comparing is beauty, not pussy. There is no impression of the pussy quality by the facial or physical appearance. You just imply it and expect it because you're attracted to the person. That is because you're vieeing from the blind side. When a woman looks good, has mad shape, has money or is a successful career person, you inflate the pussy quality by expectation. But post nut clarity will always mark the script.
The taste of the pudding is in the eating. Just as we know that a good sized penis or male sexual performance is not by how good he looks or how much money he has, same applies to women. You can have 2 MSC, a big curvy ass and be a Senior manager at Tech company, and a tailor or perfume vendor have better pussy quality than you.
In summary, attraction may determine who you take to bed. But you cannot tell who has a better pussy by physical appearance. I'll conclude by giving you practical example.
Glory Hole:
Glory hole is a partition made in public toilet or adult establishment for anonymous sex, whereby the men on this side cannot see the women on the other side. There is a hole created for sexual intercourse while preserving the identity of the fvckers from each other. With this measure, without being blinded by attraction, you can fairly judge what a good pussy is and what it isn't. If the partition is removed, the women with a good pussy may not look like what you project in your head.
Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.
When I say a woman will leave even when you are a provider and are a present father. It is not rocket science. Have you not seen it happen?
As long as her feelings and emotions change, it does not matter what you do. You will be left asking yourself questions that you might never fully get answers to.
There are foundations that when shaken, you start walking on very shaky grounds as a man in a relationship.
Things like making ‘content’ with your wife. You blur boundaries and she will start seeing you as an equal. Yes, you are not and never will be. Before you know it, your private issues will be reflected in that ‘content’. With or without a script.
Some of these things are low-key common sense but we have suspended that these days. Why do you think spouses working in the same company especially where they both occupy a similar position or where the wife is the boss are always generally walking on eggshells?
The line between a spouse and a colleague can easily be erased. And I would assure you that with time, such relationships end up being used as examples of what not to do. In public, pretense will be there but behind closed doors, it is a battle.
As a colleague you are considered “equals”. As spouses, the man is the head. So how much time do you spend at work and how much time do you spend at home as a family? And how quickly do you think the woman’s brain will shift from a colleague mindset to a wife when you get home? And remember, for the whole period you work together.
Before you come here to say “But my husband/wife and I work together”, understand that exceptions don't make the rules and it has just not hit you yet.
A woman will test your frame every day and you have to show up to defend that frame.
So his wife hasn't given him a child yet after all these years?
If I were him, I would have married a second wife a long time ago.
But it's never late. Even the sperm of a man who's in his 70s is fertile enough to impregnate a woman. So he should do the needful.
He needs a son who'll handle his business, properties and continue his lineage.
My man said something to me that really stuck.
He told me, “I’m not here to control you. I’m not your dad, I’m your partner. You’re free to make your own choices. Just understand that every choice has consequences. If you choose something that damages what we’ve built, that’s on you.”
He said, “I’ll always tell you when something hurts me or crosses a boundary, because that’s what healthy communication looks like. But if you keep stepping over the line after I’ve shown you where it is, then you were never really protecting us to begin with.”
And honestly, that’s what accountability in a relationship sounds like.
Someone once gave me some advice with women. They said " If there is a hot chick with an ugly chick, hit on the ugly chick first to throw off the hot one and make her jealous. She wont be used to it".
So I tried it, but I'm too much of an empath and just started vibing with the fat chick, and completely lost the plot and ended up banging her. So I dont recommend it.
Just came back from a date with this lady and this is the last time she'll hear from me.
I asked her what she thought about boyfriend allowance in a relationship and she said it's a ridiculous practice. Something my ex use to do with ease, please I can't settle for less.
Date cancelled. I asked her to pay for my haircut and outfit, and to send a ride to my place to take me to the location, but she declined. Biggest red flag I have ever seen. I dodged a bullet. 🚩
David sits in his car. The engine is off, but he hasn't moved for ten minutes.
He is parked in the driveway of the house he pays for, staring at the front door. Inside, the lights are warm. He can see the silhouette of his wife, Sarah, moving in the kitchen. He can see his daughter watching TV. It looks like a perfect life.
But David isn't soaking it in. He is hyperventilating.
He grips the steering wheel until his knuckles turn white. He is taking these ten minutes to put the "mask" back on.
At work today, he lost a major client. The company is downsizing. He might not have a job in three months. The panic is a physical weight on his chest, crushing his lungs. He wants to walk inside, fall into Sarah’s arms, and say, "I’m scared. I don’t know if I can keep holding this up. I need you to tell me it’s going to be okay."
But he doesn't.
He remembers three years ago. His mother died. He broke down in front of Sarah. He cried. Really cried. He saw the look in her eyes shift. From comfort to fear.
The "Rock" had crumbled, and she didn't know how to look at him anymore. The attraction faded for months.
He learned his lesson: He is allowed to be sad, but he is not allowed to be helpless.
So, in the darkness of the driveway, David swallows the panic. He fixes his tie. He checks his reflection in the rearview mirror and practices the smile. The "I'm fine" smile.
He opens the car door and walks inside.
"Hey, honey! You're late," Sarah says, not looking up from her phone. "Did you remember to transfer the tuition fees? The school sent a reminder."
She didn't bother to ask how he is.
"Yeah, I did it," David says, kissing her cheek. She accepts the kiss, but she doesn't lean into it. That moment, he felt like he is just part of the furniture. A utility provider that keeps the lights on.
Later that night, in bed, David reaches out. He runs his hand down her arm, starving for a touch that isn't transactional. He just wants to feel desired. He wants to know he matters.
Sarah sighs. A heavy, annoyed sigh. "David, I'm exhausted. The kids were a nightmare today. Can we just sleep?"
He pulls his hand back immediately, humiliated. The "Beggar Dynamic" kicks in. He feels gross for even asking. He turns his back to her, staring at the wall.
Lying there, in the house he built, next to the woman he loves, David realizes the terrifying truth:
If he died tomorrow, they would miss him.
But if he went broke tomorrow, hmm...
He realizes he isn't loved unconditionally like his daughter or the dog. He is on a performance contract. As long as the payments clear, he is allowed to stay.
He closes his eyes. The panic returns. But he stays silent.
Because the only safe space he has left is inside his own head.
Modern women obsession with "soft life" and "princess treatment" has made a whole generation of women completely blind to the brutal reality of what it actually takes for a man to provide that.
You are demanding a man be endlessly romantic, available 24/7, and constantly planning aesthetic dates, while he is literally in the trenches fighting a ruthless economy to build the very empire you want to rest in.
You cannot demand the spoils of war and then complain that the soldier is too tired to entertain you when he finally gets home. We want the absolute financial security of a conqueror, but we expect him to have the carefree personality and infinite free time of a golden retriever. A man cannot simultaneously be at peace and at war. If he is building your fortress, you have to give him the grace to be exhausted
Yesterday I saw a weird email from Apple on my wife's laptop
An iPhone 17 Pro Max. Delivered to our address
"What the fuck is this?" I confronted her
"Relax, Pierre got it for me"
"Pierre? Your boyfriend is buying you American electronics now?"
"I tolerate this man. I tolerate him sleeping in my bed. I even tolerate you moaning his name when we have sex. But I will NOT tolerate him undermining European values in my household"
My wife just rolled her eyes and left
This morning, I intercepted the package and returned it
Then, I walked into a flagship Siemens store and bought her a brand new Siemens A55
Beautiful piece of European engineering
Built-in flashlight, a calculator, battery life of 11 days
Left it on the kitchen table with a note: "from a man who respects Europe"
When she comes back from Pierre's place, she'll know who the real man in this house is