Why I would hate Jenny to acquire a ‘birdy’ look
In 2012, I made a decision to “chew” books at the university and be in the ilk of my learned friend Dr Winchinslauss Rwegoshora (PhD, MA, BA) that I never quite succeeded.
Prior to that, I was a man with serious phobia for anything bookish. I fully understood that I was headed for male “menopause”.
It was both interesting and annoying and the decision had in some social challenges that kept me apprehensive.
Firstly, it was interesting because I was reminded that I went back to college days when I should have been an alumnus with the likes of Vasco da Gama, Seyyid Bargash, zinjathropus, Homo erectus, Homo habilis David Livingstone, Booker T Washington and similar figures of history.
In other words, I was born when men brought home dinosaurs for dinner. In those days. Nobody glorified and pontificated homosexuality like the modern man does although they were Homo this or that.
On the flipside, it was annoying because I am constantly reminded that very soon, if my only daughter, the apple of my eye, little Jenny, if she does not harvest for herself straight E’s (as she has already shown signs) will land herself at a university and be my classmate.
If she lands in one of the many universities whether in TZ or elsewhere, she will no longer remain my little girl. Instead, she will convert an ostrich, a crested crane, an owl, a hen or other birds in the forest or in zoology books.
Let me explain. If what goes on at college is anything to go by, we are in big trouble. Girls at college spot permanent “birdy” styles that are an eyesore to the likes of me as a father.
As I said earlier, their dressing only reminds you of nothing but birds in a bird’s park. I know this girl who guys call a bird simply because when she curls her hair, it looks more like feathers. Guys even make bird noises whenever she passes by them.
There is one who looks like an owl. Of all the birds, I would hate to be associated with this omen bird.
However, Maria has a way of wearing her makeup (mascara and eye liners) that leaves her eyes staring out like huge onion bulbs.
Someone should tell her that she looks very scary to me. Jane wears her hair half of her head (one part is bald) – she even has a red comb like that on a Kienyeji chicken straight from Singida – a chicken that has spent all its life feeding on snakes and lizards.
Half of her hair painted blue thus looking like a tropical parrot. Her long nose is a constant reminder that before her evolution, she had a beak.
What makes matters worse is she wears high heels that make her walk like an ostrich or a street magician on stilts in one of the Uswaz alleys. If I were to describe this woman, I would fill the entire newspaper.
The gist of the story is that I am past-college going age and in the meantime, I have jenny’s habits to worry about when she gets to college.
