People love to denigrate the intelligence and intellectual capacity of our women by saying that the only jobs a woman can do are to cook, to make beds and to spread their legs in the market of love. The Warĩĩnga of today has rejected all that reasoning that because her thighs are hers, her brain is hers, her hands are hers, and her body is hers, she must accord all her faculties their proper role and proper time and place and not let any one part be the sole ruler of her life, as if it had deserted all the others. That’s why the Warĩĩnga of today has said goodbye to being a secretary and has sworn that she will never type again for the likes of Boss Kihara, bosses whose condition for employing a girl is a meeting for five minutes of love after a hard drink.
Ngũgĩ Wa Thiong’o, “Devil on the Cross”, 1982
