NYERI MEN: The Art of Male Battery in Kenya

Imagine this,

You are a man. You arrive home after decorating your throat with cheap daiquiri in a local den dished in sooty tins as glasses. You hic to the effect that you need food to your other half, oblivious of the emanating fetid stench from your mouth exacerbating her already irked spirits.

The food is cold and you struggle with it but it completely refuses to go down your throat. You begin realizing your wife has commenced serving shit for supper, what with the emetic taste. You chastise and remind her where she belongs in an African family setting.

Her egregious habit makes doldrums creep through the collar of your shirt and the evening is spoilt. You rise and stagger towards bedroom, then halts suddenly, this woman's fatuous actions overwhelming your feeling. You turn around to add another volley of castigation towards her when you spot a shining blade at the control of a matronly woman targeting your neck.

You are quickly sober, you mind clear and gaze appalled at the approaching blade, then at your wife's determined countenance, then at the fast approaching blade again. Your wide eyes are receipting the environment in a slow motion mode, as if through series of photographic slides, before ducking.

The last you can remember is trying to locate your dislodged jaw, your dismembered hand and your shattered ego infront of cameras, pouring your tribulations to Nderitu Njoka, the MAWE (Maendeleo ya Ihii) boss.

This is the fear an average man in Nyeri County is facing in his matrimonial home.

Men battering will soon overtake maladies as a major cause for hospital incarcerations in Nyeri. Women are blaming men on forfeiture of their marital responsibilities, inebriation and blatant aloofness as a result of vile caused by deadly cheap alcohol.

Raphael Tuju launched his political Party of Action (POA) yesty-day. Melikes this humble servant, his sagacious reasoning , his ebullient nature. He is visionary, young and possesses an assiduous catchet. This is a clarion call to all and sundry to take into account the readiness of a leader to serve the nation on achievable ideals and not mere tribalistic cheap-talk propaganda.

I was brought up with serenading musical tones of Whitney Houston. In high school days, we would plaster her lyrics on letters as dedications to our potential soul-mates. Her demise is a cause of sadness to the world spanning all ages.

African Cups of Nations ended yesternight with a sizzling match between Zambia and Ivory-Coast. Drogba's only chance to hold the cup turned foul when his penalty went above the bars. Gervinho's and Toure's blatant shoot-outs sealed their fate and gave the Chipolopolo their needed win, dedicating to the '93 team that perished in a crash.