This Generation

We’ve made it a norm these days
I’m not worried telling you about my previous relationship
I was with baba Shiro
You met me while breaking it off with Jamaa wa Prado
So I don’t care much about you and bibi ya Mbugua.
Last I checked I was sure Maureen was your girl
But you told me she wasn’t
She was just the chic Ian set you up with
You were bored because she had a thing with Brayo
It’s the bro code way
And you bros have to look out for each other
How is this the norm and we don’t care?
We share our men and women
Not worried about diseases and healthy living
To hell with healthy living
Researchers are out here spending sleepless nights
Trying to minimize ways we can go six feet under
So it’s all good that Kevo is okay splitting my bills with Nick
And I don’t mind kissing my jaduong’ goodnight
Then asking him to come tomorrow with cleaner undies
So mama Joe will clean my mess, pray baba Joe gets home before dinner
Then set his clothes on the bed ready for work the next day
It’s all good.
Where are we heading as a generation?
How are we okay?
How is it okay that today your friends insist I’m his wife material?
Then tomorrow Adhis Amebeba automatically switches to be the one?
How are we okay when we chat as women and tell our friends
That Langat, baba Koech, has more money than Jack
So automatically he is cuter, mature and more responsible?
How are we okay leaving our homes in the morning,
Kissing our wives and husbands goodbye
And other people’s spouses goodnight
Then come home like we had the busiest day?
Our generation is losing relevance
We admitted this but who is willing to step up?