Our girls have become yours, thanks to your bottomless pocket

You have won. Unfairly you have ousted us from our positions. Under the full glare of  society, you have taken what is rightfully ours.

Nothing is left up our sleeves, nothing that works anymore. Our carefully crafted text messages long stopped being replied to.

No amount of favours or efforts we inject into the hustle enjoys the slightest appreciation. Our girls have become yours. Because of your bottomless pocket, it is easy for you to snap a care-free, responsibility-free, baggage-free and wrinkle-free 22-year-old; our 22-year-old.

For 120 hours a week, you let us do the hard work. We book seats for them in crowded lecture halls, carry their books, do their assignments and pose for pictures with them because there is no way they will post your pictures on Instagram and Facebook.

It is Friday evening. Both you and I are weary, and look forward to a relaxed fun-filled weekend. Maybe she is not blind to my overtures. Maybe she will agree to watch a few movies with me in my room. It is all I can afford.

But I stand no chance, not when you come to pick her up in that shiny big, intimidating car. How unfair can you make the playing ground?

I cannot begin to imagine how fun-filled and adrenaline junked your 41 hours with her is. It must be most thrilling to sit back and watch your money do the talking. Ensuring you stamp in her over-the-board expectations. Expectations we poor university chaps have no hope of fulfilling, at least not in the near future.

SHAME ON YOU

I wonder, does the fact that she is much younger than you bother you? Allow me to be blunt with the facts: Does it bother you that she is the same age as your daughter? When you look into her eyes, don’t you see your daughter? That young girl who calls you “daddy”? You would get a heart attack if found out that your daughter was ‘going out’ with an old man like you, wouldn’t you?

I wonder, where is mama watoto as this illicit relationship unfolds? Could it be that at the back of her mind she pictures you in an elusive business trip? I bet it takes a host of lies to escape her every other weekend to steal what should be mine.

Society will be so mad at you. You singly shifted the goal post. Consider for a moment. Remember the good old days.

Choosing a mate, the potential mother or father of your children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren, it was one of life’s most important decisions.

We all look forward to it, right? Dating is the first step towards a potential marriage, but you have no plans of marrying her. You have no plans of even meeting her family. Your shameful activities will remain within the dark confines of lavish resorts and who-knows-where.

Share with me the trick; how do you manage to hide the ‘cheapness’ you take her for? What I know is that she returns with shopping to last her only five days, a sure guarantee that she will be back in your arms on the sixth day. Funny, she has never told you about her lack of pens. That is always all on me.

You will leave her after you rob her of all innocence and thirst for knowledge.

Within your circles, since you are a manager somewhere, you lament loudly about how today’s graduates have nothing to offer, and yet you are partly to blame, because you encouraged her to abscond class so that you could whisk her to a remote resort, away from prying and judging eyes.

I detest the blindness you have cast on her. With a heavy heart, I accept the fact that I have lost her to you, and others like you.