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Nov 2014
As a young budding man I saw my grandma took an offence with the world.
  She guarded me well from what she thought could corrupt my mind and later life
  About women, she only told me how to win their hearts.
  About cooking she told not to come close to the smoke chambers, it never meant for men.
  Let your woman sit whatever way she feels free in the kitchen, let her feel there is no watchtower over her head, you're suffocating her.
  Let her wipe her running nose with her dress, let her dry the sweat with her hands.
  Let her scratch whatever part of her body that needs the attention of her nails.
  Let the air pass through her, let the air escape her freely without feeling embarassed of the presence of a watchman.
  Let her feel comfortable with everything scattered in the kitchen while in the business of mixing different raw foods to what can make her house be strong.
  And my grandma added that when she is let to do all these things, the food will be nice and enjoyable.
  Because she said a woman has only three places to feel freely, in the bathroom, in the kitchen and in the bedroom but it is only in the kitchen she does her important things in the open.
  Never get use to buying food stuffs to your wife, give her the money and let her do the shopping herself, for she must be able to know what you, her and the rest like, she knows what food made men strong.
  All these things made women what they were, they made women lay strong foundation of love, hope and growth, for men are only good at bossing when it comes to family matters, women are good at making things happen.
  Such women made their men feel strong worthy, respected and responsible and their egoes elevated.
  But todays woman feels like she is the other man in the house, she wants a man to cook, wash the plates, change the nappies all in the name of 'LOVE', what again do they call it? LOVE, God forbid.
  As men we need to let women be women and you be you as men, for with the growth of time men's esteen has gone to its record low.
  Men, women, lets make it possible to work for us for we can only be what we are!
Written by
George Achongo  Nairobi
(Nairobi)   
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