Conversations about me settling down are picking quite a storm.
It’s gotten to a point where my boy in Uganda has volunteered to assist. And I am hopeful. Good thing is, he’s constantly updating me on progress:
Am [still] searching for a woman for you/ am using Google search engine/ that’s for high end independent mamazzz. .
Then another message:
Dude, am optimizing the festive season. . . with family, my village watunguyaz/ I have just spotted a nice shawtie in my home village for you . . .virgin . . what do you think?
To which I ask, does she speak Swahili? Does she speak English? How come you know so much about her unblemished ways.
Ha. Oh well. . .
In fact my colleague believes nothing economically significant can mushroom from a single man. Show me just one who is able to make effective use of his money, he says, and just like that we burst out laughing, as I try to convince him about how well a few I know, are doing. We laugh again.
Laughter, a perfect antidote to a long unnecessary debate.
But look, I can see age 30 from here.
And 30 is a big deal. Biblical greats did things worth writing about at 30 >> Joseph became second in Egypt’s command// Saul became king// David became king// John the Baptist. .
At 30, societal expectations are that I have a wife and a kid(s), a house, a car or two. . . And this is great…
But as I wait for more updates, and a concrete strategic plan from my Ugandan friend :D, I feel we should aspire for more than just marriage, a big house, big car . .
We must aim to make a difference at 30 and beyond. Really, there should be more to look forward to than just these things.
3 more years before I say Hello 30. Not too far away.
What does 30 mean to you?