A handyman who is informed is best
When the sell-by date comes for any woman, you become a mobile ringing bell, while relatives ring more bells to remind you that it’s time to hook up with the male "species."
There is a tendency to grab anything in a trouser so long as it looks “passable.” Finer details besides looks and wallet become oblivious.
You start bombarding friends and relatives with those swanky contributions and invitation cards.
No problem. We will part with tidy sums of money for a one-day pretence, and soon we will forget you.
Married another woman
Three years down the road, and after you have had several kids, you realise that you married Jane and not John.
The man is so far below your expectations that he cannot meet the threshold of manhood, his wallet, education, and looks notwithstanding. You are doomed.
The man is the lazy type – a lazy bone and a lazy brain. You will quickly need to step into his shoes.
Here is how the man behaves: Having been brought up in some plush suburbs of Masaki, the man cannot raise a finger to do anything, including washing his underwear.
You will be the one reminding him to shave. He is in charge of nothing.
Even when the need to replace a bulb arises, he will be calling your local fundi to replace it.
When a car cannot start, he has no inkling of whether the terminals are loose and that all he needs to do is get hold of a spanner and tighten it.
He will call another fundi who will disconnect the terminals further, fumble with a few things, pretend to repair the alternator, and off he goes, smiling with some Tsh 30,000 snuggly tucked in his Chinese-made plastic wallet.
What I am trying to imply here is that there is much more than meets the eye when a woman meets a man.
His aptitude for things, his level of making well-reasoned decisions, and the way he carries himself around.
A real man is the work of his hands. Taking a pair of secateurs and pruning the hedge around my house, unblocking the sewer, and such manly jobs during my days off does not mean that I am broke or a mere simpleton.
I was brought up to think that my hands should never stay idle. My wife loves this side of me.
