This is a good year. I know it’s barely midyear but y’all working middle class will agree with me that the national holidays are well placed.
Do not break fetching your calendars! Most holidays fall within the weekend or on a day that prolongs it except for two: October 20th and Eid ul fitr which is dependent on extraneous factors if you catch my drift. It’s the first thing I do when I get a new calendar. I did not have much planned out this past weekend so I embarked on my other job; being the good wife and cleaning my house after a week’s long neglect. Yes, there are still those of us who do not mind ruining our manicure.
Dusk finds me as I put this and that in its rightful place. As I draw the curtains and put on the lights in my living room, I notice a bulb needs replacement. I quickly fetch a new one but the ceiling is too high. I need almost a meters elevation to reach for the chandelier. This matter has been brought to the attention of the wonderful 6 ft2‘’ tall man in our house severally but he is absent on this occasion. In my head, I think of how I have recited this like the responsorial psalm all week long.
I can do it. I stack plastic chairs on my coffee table and up I go. I remove the old bulb with one arm and as I fix the new, the bulb suddenly flashes. With my phobia for electricity I jerk without this time thinking of good and bad conductors of electricity. My physics teacher would be embarrassed.
There is a big thud and I find myself on my back on the floor numb in pain. There is this light flashing before my eyes. Could this be the…? Please dear Lord, Mom would grieve all her life. I remember petitioning the heavens. I awaken from my brief comatose and the chandelier swayed and swayed. That should explain it. I picked myself up after ensuring I am whole and get on to the nearest couch. I smile at my accomplishment though clumsy and the thought that no one witnessed my haphazard fall. I sulk and curse as I run my finger along the huge scratch on my otherwise well buffed coffee table. Thank goodness I postponed airing the carpet, it would have been a bad fall.So much for a change of bulb…
It is just in time for the 7.00 o’clock news and this debate on gender equality is not about to die down; at least not without a fight. Parties playing to the gallery in this matter to me seem to be missing a very crucial point. Equality and equity are worlds apart like day and night. The former has more to do with a number whilst the latter has more to do with the value than cometh with the number. I know the value comes with the figure but it will be prudent to give the women credit for not asking for half as many slots as there may be. In the letter and spirit of the constitution, am sure the now infamous two thirds gender rule had equity in mind.
As we gabble on how to progressively achieve gender parity especially in elective positions, it is imperative to have clarity of the fact that women are not on a quest to edge out our male counterparts. We are not in a race like the hare and the chameleon and I am not going to demean any gender to the characters of this analogy. The speed of the hare notwithstanding, one cannot ignore the wits of the chameleon and yes justice was served here.
Figuratively, all what women want is a platform to change the bulb. They appreciate that this will not be given to them on a silver platter but good will from the male counterparts will be highly appreciated.
Author: I think my main style is humour and satire. I can do complex academic but what is the point of boring the audience with all those economic theories. I would rather do what they can relate to. Grace W. Muraguri-Mamo, Bachelor of Economics & Finance, C.P.A (K)