Women and Marriage

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You might have heard these famous words; A happy wife, a happy life. Which means that as long as the wife is kicking shit about, mumbling under her breath, opening drawers in the kitchen and just standing there staring at the sharp knives therein, sleeping (or pretending to) with her back turned to you every night including Sunday, the day of the Lord for chrissake, hurling herself furiously at the book of Psalms and Leviticus, or alcohol, or weed, or just stopping to fight you or ask you where you are from, or who the hell that is who’s calling you at 9pm, then nobody will be happy in that house. Not even the cats. Or the dogs. Flowers will wilt and die from the tension. Walking in the house will feel like walking on thin ice, like a high wire act. Nothing will grow in that house. The fish in the aquarium will stop swimming as soon as she walks into the house. It will always be cold, like someone left the door to the fridge open the whole day and night. A thick and stuffy silence will prevail in your household and even an act like coughing will sound loud, like you are in a cave. Chapatis will never taste the same. Because of this, you will be those guys who always work very late at night, afraid to go back to the winter of their homes. Or those chaps who, in the pub, will always insist on just “one more,” even when it’s clear that one more is too much and chaps should be headed home. 

Because a happy wife, a happy life. 

These wise and immortal words were said by some chaps who lived in the forest a long time ago. Which forest, nobody knows and quite frankly, is not important at all. They wore loincloths and speared animals in the throat for food and they went about in this minimalist lifestyle. By the way, this is also irrelevant given that none of you will ever wear a loincloth, but did you know that if you go about in a loincloth you can’t sit on an anthill? It might seem like common sense but you will be shocked at how many loincloth wearers sit on anthills to catch their breath. 

Anyway, yeah, the chaps…what we do know about the chaps that coined that phrase is that they were called wahenga. 

All of them are dead. We don’t have any photos of them. What we have are those wise words for us to heed. Despite them being simple words, their simplicity belies their depth, it turns out. The wahengas didn’t expound; they imagined that we would evolve enough to understand what the adage meant. Consequently, they left us with a paradox. What the hell is a happy wife? How can we define a happy wife when we are struggling to define happiness? A happy wife, a happy life is what men grapple with their whole lives. Sometimes you think you are doing the right thing then wham, it turns out that you aren’t. You were doing the thing your friend with the old, red Volvo was doing that was working for him. The right thing – it turns out – is only the right thing if she thinks its the right thing. And what she thinks today might not be what she thinks next week on Friday. So it always feels like your life is reduced to planting hooves. 

I don’t know much, but what I know is that nobody, no man, goes out looking for trouble. Very few chaps do. And if there was a shop where we would go to and ask the shopkeeper, “Patel, get me one packet of Woman Happiness,” we’d buy a carton of it in case Patel closed shop suddenly. We’d be happy to know that the formula works and that all we have to do is take it twice a day after meals and she will be happy. And then we would be happy. All the plants in the house would be saved and the fish would behave like fish again. Your friends would start visiting again. 

It is not my wish to have the Women and Marriage series turn into some sort of a moanfest. God knows we had enough of that in the Men and Marriage series. If we allow that to happen – to document the sins of men – then we will be here until 2096, plus  stories of men behaving badly are many and colourful.  The point of this series is not to throw a wet blanket on marriage but see what we can learn from the stories of women in and out of marriage. 

The Women & Marriage series is now officially open. (I wish I had a big gong to sound, for the full dramatic effect). I’m looking for stories that can open discussions around this topic.

You are all welcome to tell your stories. Well, as long as you are female. I’m focusing on married women but of course I’m open to hearing stories from divorced women, separated women, widowed women and women engaged to be married (even if that engagement is seven years old now). I’m looking for stories of pain and happiness, triumph and success, loss and confusion, love and lust and all things in between. I want to hear from women who can’t give birth and what that means for the marriage, and women who can give birth but don’t want children. I want to hear from women who earn more than their men and whether that has affected the stability of their marriage. I want to hear from housewives and hear about what they dream of when the children have gone to school and they are seated at the dining room staring at the lunchbox the husband “forgot” (it has egg white and apples) thinking, “What do I have to do around here to have my food appreciated?” 

I want to hear from young widows and what it is like to get back into dating. I want to hear from women who are married into different races or tribes and how those cultural differences impact the marriage. I want to hear from a woman with seven children and what it is like to raise those children. And from women who are in their third or fourth or fifth marriage and what it is that makes them keep going back into the rabbit hole. I want to hear from women who are thriving in arranged marriages and women who are not. As in, how do you get to love and live with someone you didn’t get to talk to for more than five minutes before the marriage? I want to hear about marriage and sex and the official position on missionary style. I want to hear from people who are married in different religions. I want to hear from women who have problems with substance addiction in marriage. Mental health in marriage. Women who live secret lives, as secret government agents etc. In fact, it would be nice to speak to a woman who is in the armed forces, married to a husband who runs a timber business. Or works in a bank. And of women who are in open marriages. 

What is the face of marriage from the woman’s end? 

This is how this works; write an email or if you live on an island, send a raven. My personal email is private, nobody else has access to it. 

Indicate the subject as: Women And Marriage. 

Most importantly keep it short, because I get quite a number of emails and I don’t want Tamms to join high school while I’m still sifting through these emails. So, short and sexy works. You don’t have to start the email by saying, “Hi, Chocolate Man,” but if you do I won’t mind at all. Such frivolity fills my heart with smiles because I’m just a boy inside, after all. 

After that salutation, give me a short synopsis of your story. A synopsis isn’t a tome. A synopsis is a synopsis. 

Here is a wild (and fictitious) example of the length of email you should NOT write. 

Hi Chocolate Man. 😊

I will keep this short. 

So, in 2009 I met this guy at a party in Imara Daima. I had finished my Masters in Environmental Science and I had just gotten back from Norway, fresh off the boat. Have you been to Norway? Imagine they don’t have white bread there!  White bread is rare. They have lots of seafood, though. If you ever want seafood, go to Norway. But again, I understand you are Luo, you guys don’t know how to eat seafood. He-he-he. Stick to ngege. I know, I’m funny. Anyway, if you go let me know, I will hook you up with some Kenyans who can show you around. 

Where was I? Yes, the party at Imara Daima. I happened to sit next to him on the couch and he turned to me and said, “Do you mind going to serve me?” I had just done my Masters and so my head was big. I didn’t go all the way to Norway to come back to serve no man! But he was a giant. He had big beefy arms and thighs. I like my men beefy, not these thin ones who can’t finish a sandwich. Ha-ha. Ati sijui gluten intolerance, mara lactose intolerance. Mschewww.  A man should eat. By the way, if a man tells me ati he’s gluten intolerant I will know straight away that he’s bad in bed. I won’t even bother. Please. I’d rather go walk in Karura. 

So I got him the food, then went to get him a second helping and he finished the second helping and I brought him the third and then a soda. A man should drink soda at least once a week. Kwanza Fanta or Stoney Tangawizi. He told me he played rugby and had played rugby all his life. He was in Mean Machine when Mean Machine was mean. I  loved serving him, feeding him. It was fascinating to watch him eat. I could have watched him chew, his big jaws moving, the whole day. And night. 

So, anyway we started going on dates. I would go watch him play on Saturdays. He was a banker, working at that Stanchart in Westy, in the risk department. Apart from loving to watch him eat I loved to watch him play rugby. In fact, I think I fell in love with him by watching how he would ram into smaller men and send them flying. How he would head butt men. Kwanza that head butting thing would get me all hot and bothered, acha tu. I loved how his elbows would be green with grass after a game. I would dab some Dettol on them in the car. He looked so strong and muscular  on the pitch but yet so gentle off it. I found that very sexy and sweet. My friends loved him. I have a friend called Esther, my ride or die, she owns a salon in Westlands. If you know anyone who wants someone who can take care of dreadlocks Esther is your girl. Esther and I have the same taste in men – we like the beastly, big-looking men who look like men, the type who aren’t gluten intolerant- and she would tell me ‘Glado [that’s what my friends call me], if you don’t marry this man, I swear I will – acha this friendship ishas.”  

He was perfect. He was sensitive and thoughtful. He would go out of his way to do things for me, something I really loved because my language of love is acts of service. But I also liked being touched (by rough hands, not by guys who have a hand lotion in their cars). I also like words of affirmation and quality time. I think my language of love is complicated. Anyway, Esther kept saying, marry him, girl! Marry him! What are you waiting for? He has a nice job, he head butts guys who are lactose intolerant, and he hasn’t borrowed money or your car from you. Marry him, girl! Marry him! She was like a bird with one song. (See what I did there, Biko?)

Did I mention that he’s called David? As in King David of the Bible? I know! Anyway, what I didn’t tell Esther or any of my girlfriends was that although David was a head-butting, gluten eating raggamuffin on the pitch, he was too sensitive off pitch. And by sensitive I mean, he’d cry a lot. A small fight and he’d start crying. The first time after we’d made love (I’m a lady, I make love) and he rolled off me (he weighs 107kgs) I heard sobs in the darkness. (We make love in complete darkness. Long story). Yaani he was sobbing! How shocked was I? I switched on the bedside lamp and touched him on the shoulder, “Davie, what’s wrong?” I asked him. Still sobbing, he said something into the pillow and I said, “Babe, I can’t hear you, stop talking to the pillow.” He turned around (his eyes were red) and he said, “You are so sweet and I’m so in love with you!” 

Look, it was the sweetest thing anyone had said to me. I was so touched and flattered. I was like, this giant is crying because I’m sweet? Then I must be sweet. And who doesn’t want to be sweet? So I held him in my small arms and he cried a bit in my bosom then we slept. But then it kept happening. He would knock men down in the rugby pitch and off it he would cry.  He’d cry watching a movie. I was dealing with a lot of tears in my life. One time we had a big fight and I started crying (for a damn change!) and he started crying and I shouted at him, “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU CRYING FOR? CAN’T I EVEN CRY ONCE IN THIS RELATIONSHIP?” So he stopped crying until I finished then he started crying. Aki I can’t, imagine?

Anyway, Biko, I don’t want to bore you with tear stories but just know that he cried a lot. 

Long story short, I married him in 2002. On the night before our wedding I pleaded with him. I told him, “Aki Davie, only one of us is going to cry tomorrow. And it’s going to be me. It’s my day. Don’t rain on my parade.” He-he. Then the bastard went ahead and cried when my dad handed me to him.

We have three children now, adorable children, and we are happy. I love him. To tears. 

Do you want to listen to our story?

Yours Faithfully (I only write this to annoy you)

Glado. 

I’m a chic of Banana btw, that’s where I grew up, but I’m from a place called Kaplong, in Bomet. That’s shags.

Now. Two things with this email. It’s not short but it’s amusing. The thing with amusing however, is that not everybody might find it amusing. Which means I might not read it to the end, especially if I’m in between things. Imagine that I have 260 pending emails on Women and Marriage waiting for me to read. This, coupled with my writing deadlines to meet. My kids to pick from school. My whisky to drink in the bar. My exercise regime, my reading regime, and of course the Chernobyl series waiting for me to finish…I wouldn’t want to finish a verbose email. So please keep it short. 

To illustrate how short that email should be, allow me to rewrite the email above. 

Hey Chocolate Man. (Do normal people actually call you this?)

Picture King David. But on earth. I sat next to him at a party in Imara Daima. I had just gotten back from Norway with a Masters degree stuffed in my bra. This man had the gall to send me to fetch him food. Me?! With my Masters?! So I went. He was a massive man. I mean, big thighs and barrel chest. I kept fetching him plate after plate. His appetite fascinated me because I love me a big man with a big appetite. Not these skinny-jeans wearing boys who are sijui lactose and gluten  intolerant… A man should eat everything. Including me. 

Anyway, this man was a beast in the rugby pitch. He’d head-butt those men who eat bran bread and they’d go flying like ragdolls. That stuff turned me on – yeah, I’m that chick. I liked nursing his bruises after a game, how he’d wince for me. In my head he was back from war to fight for my honour. My friends loved him.  My family wanted to adopt him. They would all bug me to marry him. And why not; he worked in a big bank in the risk department, he was responsible, he would head butt anyone who dared joke with me and he was caring, gentle and attentive. Plus he had neither borrowed money from me nor asked to borrow my car. Even better, he didn’t live in Kile. What they – friends and famo – didn’t know was that he was a crier. Too sensitive. Yaani, Biko he’d cry when he was happy and cry when he was sad. First time we made love in pitch darkness (I told you, I’m that chick) he sobbed in darkness after and I was like, did I hurt him?

So you see I had to marry him. Big wedding in 2002 because a man is more than his tears. (Oh, he cried in our wedding! That ass!) I figured as long as he didn’t cry before my friends and family we were cool. I’m sure there are men who have worse traits, like only wear women’s knickers to work. 

We have three children now, with Davie. Pretty things that take their beauty from their mother. Obviously.  

That’s the story of my King David. And I still love him many years later. To tears. 

You know you want to hear our story, Biko.

Holla at me.  

I’m Gladys, but everybody calls me Glado. You can be everybody if you want. 

Same story but with the same sauciness, yes? You would want to sit down with Glado, yes? Thing is, when I read the emails, I will be looking for a unique angle. I will be looking for “man bite dog” not “dog bite man.” 

So please keep your emails succinct and crisp like a clean apple bite. Be clear on what your story is – the bones of it, then I will get the meat when we sit. One other thing, kindly don’t refer me to people. Don’t tell me to email someone “who has a fantastic story.” This is voluntary, I don’t want to have to try and convince someone to tell their story. Let them email if they are interested. Or only give me their contacts if they are game. 

I won’t be able to reply to all emails unfortunately because of time. But I will try. If we agree we are doing the story, we will set up a time and place that is convenient for both of us. I will meet you wherever you are in Nairobi, but if you live on a big ranch in Lokichogio and you have a chopper, you can always send it to pick me up. 

The interview should ideally last two hours, three hours at the very very most because I have a short attention span. Things distract me easily. Kwanza shiny things. 

So, ladies. Shall we get this baby on the road?

Email me on bikozulu@gmail.com 

 

 

 

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186 Comments
  1. Been waiting for the women and marriage series, I’m glad it’s here.

    I love the first version of David the king more.., 🙂

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  2. ….So he stopped crying until I finished then he started crying. Aki I can’t, imagine?…..haha..ur truly a chocolate man…

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  3. And I didn’t get the email notification.. I pray you didn’t leave me behind… sasa sijui nione email..
    I have been waiting for this series… santeyesu!!

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    1. Me too, I didn’t get the email notification for 16th July and now today 23rd July .Was I removed from mail list ?@Bikozulu
      Yet I was among the 1st subscribers of your blog

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  4. I’m I the only one struggling with the new font ? It’s like it’s lightly rubbed off so I have to lean in kabisa to read.

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    1. I like the new look of the website but I’m having such a difficult time with the font. I wanted to mention it but you don’t tell a mother that her new born baby has a weird looking toe

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  5. . I loved Glado’s email. Maybe because I may have had a perfect image in my head. This they never tell you about guys who can have the best head butts and go for third helpings .. (That email wasn’t fictitious IRL)

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  6. finally, women n Marriage, how can you define a happy wife when it’s difficult to define happiness. .What a well defining illustration Glado n.a. Davy…nice looking forward for this series..

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  7. I almost proposed that you could possibly hear the story of the lady in the overnight stranger article but then you mentioned that we should not refer you to people. Not that I know her but was just curious in the side of her story.
    NB the website is not user friendly on phone.

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    1. I feel the same way too. I want the two women to tell their stories especially the second wife.. Overnight stranger Biko

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  8. Do you need someone who can be reading those emails for you and then do nothing about them? Cos I liked the longer email version.

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  9. Hi, nice article but I am not sure whether its the font type and color that is making it hard to read? Kindly check on that..you could make the font darker than it is now…

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  10. I like Glado, if only she was real. Also, this font feels very very unsuitable. It feels like reading an academic paper. I could have enjoyed Glado’s story a lot more

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  11. Did you change the font Biko?? I am STRUGGLING so much to read this.
    Please fidn another, hii haileti shangwe.
    Wacha sasa ning’ang’ane na hii headache of a font for now.

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  12. I don’t know why I read Glados email with a female voice!! Looking foward to hearing all the stories out there I know we have a saying in our mother tongue of how ” homes are smoke” we better brace ourselves for a volcano.

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  13. I like the new website design Biko. It’s easy to read, easy to find old posts. The Font is shitty though. Is there a way it can be made more appealing? It feels like you are reading an exam passage ile ya paper 2..

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  14. Kindly change the font Biko…
    Am also curious to know the official position of Missionary style as a married woman

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  15. Looking forward to The Women & Marriage series. But kindly, change the font. I got a headache just from reading this.

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  16. Looks nice here. Haa..though you should go a little easy on these gluten-intolerant hand lotion-carrying men. You forgot these men who wear crocs, I find them weird! Can’t wait for this series to start already!

  17. Oh I can’t wait!!!! Also, am I the only one who likes the new look (font & arrangement) IT team deserve that whisky you always talk about.

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  18. Been waiting for women and marriage for so long. Hope we ll be having happy marriages to encourage us who are not yet married.
    Biko changed his handwriting too

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  19. Didn’t receive the post alert as well. Guess your Wizards reset subscriptions to factory mode just like vera. The font not appealing as well

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  20. I can’t manage to read today’s article because of the font. I love you Biko but I’ll prefer to keep my eyesight.

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  21. I so love the new font. You all know that the choice of font can make reading catchy.
    Otherwise, women and marriage, here we are!

  22. Fyuks!! A sigh of relief… Finally the series is here. A tome will be made from this. I can predict emotions of betrayal and triumph at the same time

  23. Biko please go back to the previous font. It’s hard to read especially on desktops, and the italicized text is the worst.

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  24. I rather liked Glado’s email. Long rather captivating with a touch of Kenyaness or is it authenticity. Interesting life that one

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  25. I guess I have the shortest attention span , shorter than yours coz I couldn’t finish your version of Glado’s mail.let me wait for episode one.can’t wait for Tuesday Taraaaa….

  26. Missionary style? Looking forward to hear those and other polyandry tales….. Meanwhile am getting a magnifying glass to read the font.

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  27. Me, I like Glado. A lot. I hate crying giants, the scare shit out of me . They make me frozen to face my fears. How does a giant cry????

  28. Did you guyz(readers) receive the email notifications? Ama ni mimi tu aikupata?

    Halafu hii font kuna vile haileti shangwe haki. It’s not visually appealing at least to me.

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  29. Ok my attention span is shorter than yours. both fake stories i started to scheme through bcoz i got impatient and was waiting for the point.hehe.
    Also.. i used to think i was a romantic till i read the part where davie is a crier. i literally shouted ewwwwww loudly in the office.ad here i was pretending to be working.oops. had to lie i saw a cockroach. i dated a man who cired just ONCE as he told me how much he loved me.like a typucal female i was repulsed by the moment, but faked how touched i was.

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    1. hahahahahaahahaha……I know a guy who says ati men cry to get whatever it is they want from the woman they are crying to. I do not think I can stand such…I would be so irked I may bark,’ Get hold of yourself.’ If this is the gauge for romantic then I too ain’t romantic.

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  30. A womans feeling is so camouflaged…what was right yesterday can be wrong today….Its going to be a bomb series…a lesson for team singles too…

  31. You’re always changing the curtains in this our house Biko. I’m bespectacled (read myopic), so this font sucks. Make it darker, maybe even bigger.
    I liked Glado, happy she ended up with the crier but her description of who a ‘man’s man’ is was disconcerting, misogynistic & the reason why toxic masculinity thrives.

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  32. hahahahaha! I did not even read Glado’s long email and your short saucy version Biko. Too long for both of them. I am too blunt and straight I do not know how to pussy-foot around stories and ati sijui get meat….oooih!maybe this is why I will never be a writer. This however has tickled me so much.

  33. Waoh. Women and Marriage is here. Should I get some pop corns already??

    Biko, lets not divorce the previous font, yet; This one sulks!

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  34. I can’t wait to read stories on Women and Marriage. Men and Marriage broke and made me in many ways.
    Can we talk about this font? Can we email you about how this font is hindering my concentration?

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  35. Finally the women series!!! I want to know more about Glado, I already like her.

    Also should I be worried I didn’t get my email notification?

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  36. There, was that intro to a a writing master class or what? And for free!
    Looking forward to the ride though. I have a feeling women & marriage won’t disappoint, like men & marriage occasionally did for some.
    Thanks.

  37. Beautiful piece, if only Glado was real. On a light note, anyone struggling with the font, lets meet at goodlife chemist over a couple of panadols, the struggle was real and the irony is that the story is about tears
    Damn did I shed those trying to read this.
    I still enjoyed it

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  38. My eyes have really laboured tryna read this, coz i love your articles like that.
    Please change to an eye-friendly font.
    Enjoyed the letter so much, though i feel like you wrote em both.
    I am here for this ride of Women and marriage……waiting for it

  39. PLEASE CHANGE THE FONT!! I should not have to cry reading your articles. Enough people have raised the issue. That said, Can Tuesday get here fast enough??

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  40. i read the article with a tooth comb.nowhere are lifeboats nor lifeguards mentioned.then did this guy a biko fan
    by his admission ring my house in wee hours only to confess that he was checking if the coast was clear when i asked him ninani mwinzangu@

  41. Aki davie, only one of us is going to cry tomorrow. And its going to be me…. am loving both versions of the Gladys story btw

  42. This series is going to be mind blowing. It will make us forget Chernobyl, forget our problems with our women for once.
    Biko you better carry extra handkachiefs, they cry a lot.

    Site looks cool, but developer forgot to add us to the mailing list.
    Cheers!

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  43. I’ve refreshed my email severally…I had to go to the last article to find this oneanyway…excited for these series

  44. …and these women who spot pocket-knives. What laws of nature must be observed to prevent them from using it? Anyways, nice re-touch.

  45. Eish Biko! Now that you’re so busy and such a connoisseur of the written word. We are keenly waiting to hear stories from these succinct, crisp, saucy, amusing, Nairobian (unless you have a chopper), married women who are willing to call you Chocolate man.

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  46. Nice…I will be waiting to read the stories, hopefully, there will be more tears of joy than of sadness. Married people make marriage sound scary!

  47. This font is not good. For someone who already has prescription lenses, I almost got a migraine reading this.

    Also, I can’t wait for this series to take off. Amazing piece Chocolate Man.

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  48. Funny how i read the sample emails in my head with different voices.. The first one was a blonde like teenage American cheerleader the next one was all business and correct. Hehe.

  49. It might seem like common sense but you will be shocked at how many loincloth wearers sit on anthills to catch their breath. This has made me laugh so hard .
    Looking forward to this Women and Marriage series.

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  51. Chocolate man, the new look is ermmm…”newspaper font drab.” I hope in time my eyes get used to it though.
    I bet my last dollar that most emails you’ll get from women will be long and verbose aka the first email Gladys wrote. Unfortunately that is how we do, we are detail oriented.
    Just hire a few more assistants to sift through…there may be a “woman eat dog” spectacular story you may overlook because of length.

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  52. The font, outlook and all that is ugly. Biko please. We need to be able to see the previous posts down here as well. Ah, this outlook haiweziiii please.

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  53. Let’s just agree the new look is an utter and complete fail. Or maybe I’m over reacting because of the headache I got from trying to read this. It’s just not the font, the white space is also too much. Previous website is waaay better.

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  54. Please write about the normal wives siyo the anomalies kama mimi sijui separated and divorce on going, learning how to date (what is this?! sex is easy), ex is deadbeat half the year and
    has already paid dowry for the woman he cheated on me with, joint property issues, blah, blah….we already know our issues. Remind us where we missed the normal bus, tujirudishe hapo.

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  55. How comes am not able to see the blog posts?? have not been able to access bikos weekly post from last week.

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  56. Have been waiting for this series to start. Super excited. Your new refurbished site is lovely Biko. The font needs work though, I think it needs to be bigger or darker or I could just get glasses no biggie……Love reading your work..

  57. Oh!!! you guys complaining about the site are being petty. Imagine even books are revised, learn to deal.

    Anyway, if I were a Glado I would rather bother you with the first version of the story. Teh second one is “sauceless,” to me.

    Looking forward to this series.

  58. Biko,you’re the man ………its only an intro and am laughing so hard already. Can’t wait.
    Ooh,and the font please,please, please change it.

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  59. Goof morning, reading this on friday, the 19th of July 2019. Ticket in hand to watch BREATHE II @2000hrs at alliance francaise. Stories by bikozulu put on by B2B (Back2Basics) who also put on another biko-stories-inspired play IMPERVIOUS loved it!
    Love the new layout!
    On tuesday 16th july 2019 at 1100hrs when i ussualy settledown to read @bikozulu my phone chose that time to quit on me!
    It would seem like the natural thing to do a women and marriage series but your POV, coming from the women’s POV’s has me all kinds of anxious and in a trepidated mood.
    The men and marriage was beyond awesome!! Can’t wait!!

  60. I also have a masters under my bra and work at EABL. I want to send some whisky your way (You may choose which) because you deserve it and you have touched the lives if many.

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  61. Finally women and marriage series is here,I can’t wait to laugh my ass of and also load myhandkerchief with tears but this is definitely going to be a thriller.
    And I just realized that either I have an eye problem or this font is way to unfriendly for me, please do something I don’t want to take Panadol extra every time I read your posts Biko this headache will kill me.

  62. MY ENTITLED ASS: No notification? Again?
    MY NOT-SO-ENTITLED-ASS: Can you access the page? READ!
    And I’d date this Glado if she’d have me for a side cock (read: he hen)

  63. Biko the rules!! In addition to chocolate carry a lot of tissues. King David’s years are coming.
    Looking forwad to the series.

  64. We have just been schooled!

    Biko, thank you for opening it up for women as well. Women have stores, I am one so I should know! I am not married so unfortunately i cannot tell any of these stories here. Anyways, I cannot wait!

  65. imma keep it short and sweet

    i know why u insisted on the email,we gals have “mucene”from here to timbuktu.
    Am sure its gonna be interesting.

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  66. Hey
    Excited to read this .another idea biko, children in marriage ,those who are adults of course not actual children ,I think it would be interested to see how kids view marriage as adultsI think am asking coz my parents marriage messed me for almost 30years so I guess there is plenty to say,I felt married to my parents that’s why am partly not interested in marriage ,I already was.good day

  67. Kenyans are very enterprising, let’s go on and open up shop outlets retailing these small but invaluable things…. A kilo of patience, some litres of happiness…ivo