We are now paying the price of being advised to aim for “graduates” when it came to marriage. I remember growing up and mothers advising us not to settle for every Jim and Jack when the time for marriage comes, rather we were coached to strategically give green lights to those who had spent a good four years at university. That eased the burden of sweating in class for a better future, we concentrated on attracting bookworms. Now the game was well-calculated, dating good-looking boys was for mere show off and marriage was to be with the intelligent boys regardless of their economy in the good looks and romance department. It does not surprise me, therefore, when I hear some women making so much noise because they got married to or date some financially stable graduate in town. It is as if it is the best thing that ever happened to mankind. They don’t miss any opportunity of attaching their lovers name to every conversation and activity around and mostly to people who literally have no business knowing him.
I was at the saloon the other day where one Mrs. big name in town was having a makeover. Throughout her time in the saloon she praised and worshipped her husband over and over again until she gave us something to say after she left. I learnt from ladies who know her well that apart from being a wife to a graduate, she is a boxing promoter who traces her husband’s girlfriends and arranges for them to be beaten up. That is what she does with herself.
I said to myself surely wisdom cannot be sexually transmitted. Sharing beds with university graduates is not doing us any good I see. Here was a woman whose husband is always quoted by the media sharing ideas not for just a household, but for national development but his wife is busy arranging non-title bouts with her husband’s teen girlfriends, but cannot tap some wisdom from her husband. Big businesses are born from her husband’s ideas but she cannot start one of her own, isn’t she a fruit of the “Marry graduates” theory?
No wonder more and more women are used and abused, but cannot walk out of “Graduates” homes because the only qualification we have is being a graduates wife. In religiously following the “Marry graduates” theory we forgot to use our brains to attain financial independence and became obsessed with the idea of spending eternity with learned people forgetting how premature death breaks lovers apart. You will notice widows of graduates who literally have nothing worth noticing of them other that their surnames. Unless as ladies we invest more in ourselves and attaining financial independence, we will continue celebrating the success of our lovers whose university degrees do not include our names and will be rendered useless once the owners die. May we join the bandwagon of those women starting up businesses and going back to school despite being married to think tanks in society. Women must stop celebrating university degrees that do not bear their names.