LIVING AND LOVING IT: A Happy Husbands’ Day to you…

I know, there is no such day. Yet. But don’t you think we should have one? If we can set aside days to celebrate fathers, mothers, women, and people we have just met a few months ago and think we are in love with (Valentine’s Day), how about celebrating these men?

I know, I know. Husbands can test our nerves with their forgetfulness, insensitivity, failure to do this and that and so much more. But hey, as mums and women, we fall short too. That doesn’t mean the people in our lives should not celebrate us.

On that one day, they try and forget our flaws and make merry because of our strengths and what we mean to them in those different capacities. So today, let us make a toast to these men who have walked us down the aisle, or to the registrar’s office, and made a difference in our lives in one way or another.
I would specifically like to thank men who keep pictures of their wives in their wallets or on their office desks. It takes guts to do that nowadays.

Many men will be considered “kept” if they do so, so for those who do not mind those silly titles and keep something nearby to remind them of their women, thank you!
I have heard so many men talk about how they shall not be caught dead holding their wife’s handbag, even if she has fainted on the roadside and someone needs to carry her bag. They would rather hire someone to carry it along with them to the hospital. I exaggerate, but you get my point.

So for all those men who carry their women’s bags without contorting their face or who will spend two hours with her shopping for one pair of the perfect sandals in a long winding plaza, thank you.

Years back, it used to be that women with fairly affluent husbands would finish work rather early, be picked up by the driver and go wait for their husbands to finish work so that they could go home together.

Now with lots of car loans, a number of families are able to have two cars and so get home at their own convenience. If not, one will take the taxi or boda home while the other will use the car. There is too little time to be wasting in a car waiting for someone to finish that report, right? Well, to all the men who park neatly at the parking lot of their wives’ offices, pull out that newspaper and wait for her to finish work (if that can ever happen), thank you.

For all those men who attend the children’s visitation days, remember our birthdays, can change a diaper, put food on the table, pay school fees, wear their rings, allow us to watch our favourite soaps, make the bed once in a while, are not afraid to hug us in public and so much more, we thank you.

And to the hubby who has bought me a birthday present weeks ahead of my birthday because he is not currently in the country, who calls or texts every night to ensure I am home safe and who asks me to marry him every year, happy husband’s day.

cbeyanga@ug.nationmedia.com