We now understand why Lyn is no Simu Ya Jamii. Afterall, she has a PhD and is married, thus, not likely to lower herself to the level of her students. But the label has a new dimension when you see her wedding photo. The one of her wedding reception at the Safari Park Hotel. The outline of Lyn’s pregnancy is so visible that experts would say it is beyond five months. Conservatives, would, however contend, that Lyn is sinful. How can she conceive before marriage? Yet, those who know Lyn would give you a different perspective. Lyn went for her fellowship at the Amsterdam Universiteit in The Netherlands. Therefore, she is the Simu ya Jamii ya kutoka Netherlands. To the willing ear, Lyn never forgets to tell them about the country’s progressiveness. The capital city, Amsterdam, is afterall, home to the famous red-light district. Besides, Lyn carried all that cultural experience back to Kenya. Red is her trademark colour. Legend has it that girls who go there for further studies are really educated. By the prostitutes. Thus, it is logical to conclude that Lyn, studious as she is, learnt a lot. From watching the prostitutes in their bras and panties from their windows for 24 hours. Not to forget them using the ‘SM Specials’ from sex shops. Forget theory. The Netherlands was all about experiential learning. “The Netherlands is a truly progressive state, whose welfare model should be copied by the Third World countries,” lectures Lyn to the willing ear. Any country where global sex-tourism in the ‘suburbs’ is legal, has to be progressive. From the ‘upmarket suburbs’ of Moleensteeg, Slapersteeg, Stoofsteg and to the Trompetterssteeg. It is all in Lyn’s walk. As a dedicated exchange student, Lyn brought this progressive welfare model to The Third World. Her Kenyan fiancée, now her husband, has already embraced this model. To avoid the cliché of calling someone ‘X’ so as to protect their identity, let us refer to him as S. S recalls how it happened. He was about to knock Lyn’s door with the usual boring preliminaries about how he had missed her, but she would have none of it. In her no-nonsense style, Lyn approached S in her underwear and whip. Lyn posed as she had seen the prostitutes in Bergstraat do. “I want a baby, a marriage and a prenuptial agreement stating that I will get 75% of your wealth, in that order,” she spat. S, being an obedient student, immediately committed himself to the welfare model. Progression is not about chasing a skirt for 31 years. It is about haste. We only hope that S-Lyn, Junior will be as progressive as his/her parents. Lyn will see to it that red will be his/her trademark colour. In fact, according to the African tradition, S-Lyn, Junior will carry his/her mother’s lineage by being labelled Simu ya Jamii ya kutoka Netherlands. Meanwhile, those in The Third World have to be contented with Lyn’s version of The Netherlands’ upmarket suburbs. Ignorance is sometimes bliss.
We now understand why Lyn is no Simu Ya Jamii. Afterall, she has a PhD and is married, thus, not likely to lower herself to the level of her students. But the label has a new dimension when you see her wedding photo. The one of her wedding reception at the Safari Park Hotel. The outline of Lyn’s pregnancy is so visible that experts would say it is beyond five months. Conservatives, would, however contend, that Lyn is sinful. How can she conceive before marriage?
ReplyDeleteYet, those who know Lyn would give you a different perspective. Lyn went for her fellowship at the Amsterdam Universiteit in The Netherlands. Therefore, she is the Simu ya Jamii ya kutoka Netherlands. To the willing ear, Lyn never forgets to tell them about the country’s progressiveness. The capital city, Amsterdam, is afterall, home to the famous red-light district. Besides, Lyn carried all that cultural experience back to Kenya. Red is her trademark colour.
Legend has it that girls who go there for further studies are really educated. By the prostitutes. Thus, it is logical to conclude that Lyn, studious as she is, learnt a lot. From watching the prostitutes in their bras and panties from their windows for 24 hours. Not to forget them using the ‘SM Specials’ from sex shops. Forget theory. The Netherlands was all about experiential learning.
“The Netherlands is a truly progressive state, whose welfare model should be copied by the Third World countries,” lectures Lyn to the willing ear. Any country where global sex-tourism in the ‘suburbs’ is legal, has to be progressive. From the ‘upmarket suburbs’ of Moleensteeg, Slapersteeg, Stoofsteg and to the Trompetterssteeg. It is all in Lyn’s walk.
As a dedicated exchange student, Lyn brought this progressive welfare model to The Third World. Her Kenyan fiancée, now her husband, has already embraced this model. To avoid the cliché of calling someone ‘X’ so as to protect their identity, let us refer to him as S. S recalls how it happened.
He was about to knock Lyn’s door with the usual boring preliminaries about how he had missed her, but she would have none of it. In her no-nonsense style, Lyn approached S in her underwear and whip. Lyn posed as she had seen the prostitutes in Bergstraat do.
“I want a baby, a marriage and a prenuptial agreement stating that I will get 75% of your wealth, in that order,” she spat. S, being an obedient student, immediately committed himself to the welfare model. Progression is not about chasing a skirt for 31 years. It is about haste.
We only hope that S-Lyn, Junior will be as progressive as his/her parents. Lyn will see to it that red will be his/her trademark colour. In fact, according to the African tradition, S-Lyn, Junior will carry his/her mother’s lineage by being labelled Simu ya Jamii ya kutoka Netherlands. Meanwhile, those in The Third World have to be contented with Lyn’s version of The Netherlands’ upmarket suburbs. Ignorance is sometimes bliss.