Sam unmarried

Increasingly, and rather alarmingly, acquaintances I meet tend to be mothers, fathers, husbands or wives. It's like a tsunami. Like some unstoppable force of nature. Maybe that's what a guy is meant to do. Primo, seco, campus, work, marriage and/or kids. Students of the model would certainly see it that way. Perhaps that's why some of us have been somewhat lost, tapataparing in the dark as it were. Trying to figure out what we should be doing next. Refusing to accept the model.

My run-ins with those wanting me to take the next step aren't new. But now aunties have gotten into the mix. "Na ile mambo niaje?". I'm a bit of a slow guy so it takes me all of a second to figure out what she's talking about. Then, quite involuntarily, the laugh comes out. For some reason whenever someone mentions me being hooked up in some way, my first reaction is always laughter. Perhaps it's a throwback to my breezing days. Perhaps my subconscious still can't believe that a chic would agree to give me the time of day. But I'm thinking things must be really thick. To be told that if I were to say ng'we, people would arrange for something. Or someone.