As any writer can attest, writing about women is a
risky undertaking. Inasmuch as all my writings are based on personal
observations, women are a different ball game altogether. This is because when
it comes to women, what you see is not necessarily what you get. Speaking
strictly from a man’s point of view, I would say women are complicated. They
are so complicated that even they do not seem to completely understand
themselves.
I have heard, and also observed, that women are
fiercely competitive. However, I am reliably informed, their competition is not
always about us men. It is true
that women compete with each other but it is not for the purpose of netting any
men in particular. Rather, their competition is aimed at outdoing each other as
an end in itself. This hypothesis was put in perspective by a colleague’s wife.
On being asked why she puts so much effort into looking good and yet she had
already ‘netted’ him, she replied, “I am not doing this for you. I do it to
prove to other women that I am doing well.”
If you visit a pub or village restaurant, you will
find men of all statuses interacting freely. Any two men who interact regularly
soon become soulmates. They can spend hours discussing nothing in particular.
They can also keep each other’s deep dark secrets. They can do all this without
even knowing each other’s second name. Women on the other hand, conduct the kind of vetting that is akin to a senior management job
interview. By the time they shake hands the first time, they know enough about
each other to put one in jail. However, when all is
said and done, women rarely make
friends with people who are not in their social class.
There has never been a way in which women can have
anything in common across the social classes until now! There is a particular
shoe that entered the market a few years ago and it has taken the
fashionosphere by storm. It is a plastic shoe of the Sandak brand made by bata
and any woman worth her salt (or lack thereof) has a pair. The shoe is locally
referred to as Sandak Kichungi which
simply means the Sandak sieve. It is so
called due to its meshed plastic upper that looks remarkably
like a sieve.
The interesting thing about Sandak Kichungi is that it an all-plastic shoe
moulded as one piece. It reminds
me of the time I was in primary school.
Previously I used to wear rubber shoes because my mother would never agree for
me to walk barefoot like other kids. Later in the mid 80s, the Bata shoe company introduced a whole
range of plastic shoes. Every style from pumps to brogues was represented. My
choice, of course, was sneakers. Each new pair would last me from a few months
to one year before it cracked right through.
Sandak shoes in those days were worn
by the poor and so were only found in the rural areas of the kind I grew up in.
I don't know when the shift happened until now when pairs of the humble
kichungi sandaks are to be found in homes of the most affluent members of our
society. The kichungi, fashioned from the ballet shoe concept, has transcended
all social classes. It has in a very true sense brought the women of this
country together. I think it is what would have been needed to complete the
look of the now defunct national dress.
For the first time in history, women
seem to be ahead of men in unity. I hear some men saying that football brings
them together. This is however not entirely true since it only applies to those
who support the same team.
As a sign of affection, every man
should buy his woman a pair of kichungis. He however needs to keep her happy or
else she might decide to use the shoes for their other purpose - as a sieve. If
that happens, he shouldn't be surprised if the soup served to him has the
peculiar smell of dirty feet.
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