BRAINS BEFORE BEAUTY; THE STUFF THAT THE MODERN KENYAN WOMEN ARE MADE OF

 

BRAINS BEFORE BEAUTY; THE STUFF THAT THE MODERN KENYAN WOMEN ARE MADE OF

I dare to speak for all the modern Kenyan women out here, when I say that we well prefer brains over beauty. Even though beauty is a strong asset that cannot be ignored in the developmental and progressive matters, I believe that the brain is more crucial when it comes to the evolution process, as well as the art of revolution. After all, what is beauty in the face of grinding poverty?

This is the mentality of the Kenyanese, who frown upon the "damsel in distress" attitude, and instead prefer to work hard, engaging their brain power into maximum use, for a beautiful outcome. You will catch a Kenyanese dead bragging about her trophy wife status to other self-made female tycoons. Beautiful as she maybe, her husband's wealth will not erase her dependent status. Even our very own socialites pride themselves of being go-getting money makers, despite of our moral beliefs with regards to their daily hustle.

In a word, the Kenyanese are a strong, ambitious, independent, and business savvy women, such that If you put them under a microscope, you could almost see industry wigs at work, churning yarn into gold. However, some overrated periodic magazine dared to categorize the Kenyanese, as being the least attractive in the whole of Africa.

Well, the next time you dare to publish nonsensical trash about us, we will ban your supply of periodicals within our borders, and use all your remaining absorbent pages to wipe dirt off our designer shoes. The nerve of this low level unstimulating tabloid to weigh African women in scales, and categorize us based on their skewed opinions of beauty standards.

Your perception of beauty may perhaps be measured by physical looks but to the Kenyanese, our beauty is blended with our brains. The Kenyanese normally have money on their mind and beauty on their side. Besides, who cares much about beauty, when you are able to bank-roll a whole clan single-handedly? Show me your brain power, and I will show you the many men who will be cramming at your door, to court your socks off, in pursuit of love and marriage.

Men can only feed on beauty with their eyes, but mostly crave for a lasting union with a woman who is equally capable of generating wealth. Even the bible attests that a vitreous woman is one who financially fends for her entire household, and these are the scriptural values that the Kenyanese have faithfully adopted. Hallelujah!

You see, beauty is a tool of trade for any hot shot Kenyanese. Beauty is an assessor which a Kenyanese uses to cut impossible deals with, when her brain power hits a snag, once in a while. Similarly, beauty is a super power she uses to penetrate that kind of supernatural handsome she needs to date, marry, and have kids with. Additionally, beauty is an invisible key a Kenyanese deploys, to open invisible portals beneficial to her.

I tell you that only narrow minds value beauty more than brains. For instance, I travelled for work to an undisclosed country way back when, and you have no idea of how disgusted I was by their worship of beauty and marriage. It is as if wherever I turned to stare at the sorry state of affairs, it was all looks but no brains, for the majority of the female folk. What is more, they were complacent to owning synthetic hair, acrylic nails, and a rich husband, more than acquiring a good education, as well as title deeds.

"Do you have any graduate or post graduate qualifications?" I almost obliterated one semi-illiterate francophone peacock princes, who was trying to shamelessly flaunt her pretty in front of serious-minded intellectuals, all for clout. Her brainless beauty rubbed me the wrong way, that she almost provoked me to anger. I would have lost it, by hurling derogatory insults at her foolishness. Nonetheless, my Christianity, as well as my work contract, would not permit me to cross the ethical lane.

Needless to say, as a true born and bred Kenyanese, I value more academic certificates than a marriage license, and log books more than beauty products. If I seem too confident with my brains as opposed to my beauty, then put the blame on my society, for he bred me into this mentality. What is more, society raised me to think like a man, yet act like a woman. As a result, here I am, tipping over blurred lines, while trying to blend both gender roles and values to my own advantage.

A Kenyanese will be at least thirty years of age, before she decides to take a leap of faith and jump into holy matrimony. She will prioritize on acquiring fixed assets first, and maybe bind herself to a pre-nuptial agreement, before she can take on marital vows. Additionally, with a Kenyanese, there is always an alternative plan money-wise, for to depend entirely on a man for stability, is to prepare for pre-mature death.

Thus, hard work is bread and butter for a Kenyanese, while a spouse makes for a solid companion. However, in case she is unable to succeed in the financial trade, then she will begrudgingly claw her way into the heart of a loving man, and ultimately glue herself onto the arms of a generous provider. Either way, the double standard will be a win-win for her.

In this case, beauty will be a strong asset for a Kenyanese, even though predictable and very fleeting. All she will need is to adapt herself into the unforeseen circumstances like a chameleon, in order to survive. Besides, can a leopard change its spots? Absolutely! All the leopard needs is a great tattoo artist to ink those spots and convert them, either into rain drops or fault lines.