Law #47 of the 48 Laws Of Power:
Do not go past the Mark of victory you aimed for; in victory learn when to stop
Dj Mo came out to defend himself after Njoki Chege took exception with his admission that he put his wife Size 8 through a series of tests before deciding that she was the woman he would spend the rest of his life with. Be sure to click the links highlighted in blue for the actual articles of the exchange.
DJ Mo then apologized, beating a hasty retreat which I found cowardly and indeed, it has turned out to be disastrous as it has simply emboldened Njoki Chege (whom I suspect is a nom de guerre for several female writers who pen their frustrations at men in general but Kenyan men specifically). She has gone on to write yet another scathing article attacking the disc jockey who works for the same media house she does, Nation Media Group and the timing couldn’t have been more perfected had Njoki Chege actually planned it –the Murayas are celebrating their 4th wedding anniversary.
Ms. Njoki Chege has gone on to beat a man -who has capitulated- in yet another disgusting article that was every bit a narcissist’s attempts at self-praise and ego-masturbation.
Funny enough, I have never seen a man attack a woman by questioning her femininity. That said…
But before I go, here is a snippet from Njoki Chege’s recent article attacking Dj Mo:
“When, last week, I called out a popular DJ for portraying his wife in bad light for making her go through a series of tests to determine her loyalty, I received fierce opprobrium.
I was, among many others things, accused of not being “wife material” for the brash manner with which I took on the “Gospel DJ”. Today, I will say one more thing before I can have a good weekend.
Let me begin with a little story. When I made a personal decision to pursue a doctoral degree in pursuit of my childhood dream of being a “Prof”, the greatest worry of those closest to me was that I was making a grave mistake.
Their concern was not how I would manage in between having a career, but the fact that I was increasingly making myself “unmarriageable”.
Apparently, a PhD was not that important compared to finding myself a husband. They told me that these small things — you know, my dreams — will come much later, in my forties, after I have had children.”