I'm a Gold Digger

It amazes me how men think that all that women look for in a man is cash.  Yes, we have been called gold diggers, social climbers and hookers.  But, have you ever taken notice on who really calls us these names.  Only the depreciated people; those without a single penny in their account know the meaning of these names.  I have never heard those names come out of Richard Bradson's or Bill Gate's mouth... hey, but how many times have I heard them from Kamau, Odhiambo and Mutuku?

Such a name comes about when he takes you for coffee and he expects you to chip in the bill; when he wants to go rent a movie for you to watch when you want to watch a play at the theater; when he wants to take you out using public transport when he could have hired a taxi.

Of course he will say that you were after his money-money that he never had. What money were you after when you first met him under the rain at the train station waiting for the train?  But you know what, if you dare help him with cash, he will opt to drink it all at the local pub-or buy tickets for some silly game. 

With time I've come to realize that there only men who are still down there believe that there are gold diggers-because they spent 1,000 shillings on a movie, they had coffee that cost 2,000 and that she demanded for imported chocolates for her birthday.  What he doesn't understand is that she wasn't looking at the number of zeros; but the special moments and things that the two of them did together.