THE SUPERIORITY OF THE MALE
Have any of you dear people seen a peacock?
I had the opportunity of visiting a farm in Ota (not Uncle Obj’s, unfortunately) sometime ago and they had several of these birds walking around unrestricted. I was impressed by the simple majestic way this bird walked around it’s kingdom; head bobbing gently as it acknowledged the hails, greetings, bowings and scrapings of its loyal subjects and I remember thinking how runway models could learn a thing or two from the proud preening of this animal; strutting and spreading its wings at every opportunity; admiring itself.
I agree; the peacock is beyond a doubt one of the most colourful (if not the most colorful) of all animals, but it is undoubtedly the most proud. So proud it has earned itself a coveted space in the annals of simile in English Language; ‘as proud as a peacock.’
A quick question for the ladies: sometimes, don’t we men remind you of a peacock?
I know how cocky guys can be; especially towards the fairer and ‘weaker’ sex. After all, I’m a guy. And I also understand the ‘why’ behind this attitude; nothing but the idea that men are gods while women are mortals, we all know the will of the gods are not to be questioned.
Bullshit. I hate to ask this; but who died and made you a god, little man?
I mean, fine; maybe you’re lord and master of your castle, but did it ever occur to you that every lord and master needs/requires something to be lord and master over, else you’re no better than a stuffed mannequin at the entrance of a boutique; good for looking at and not much else.
Like I said in the previous article; ‘any man who has to shout at his wife about the fact that he is the husband has already lost his position’”. It irks me that guys feel a need to show women all over the place that they are the ‘superior sex’; after all, they do women the favor of taking her from her parents’ house, marry her, give her their name to bear, and then doing her the ultimate honour of allowing her carry their seed….WTF?!?!?!
I do not blame the guys sometimes; after all the way a lot of girls/women throw themselves at them nowadays you would think the guy is an empty BRT bus during rush-hour Friday. I mean dang! The ignominies of these uncouth girls shame me; but is that a license for animalistic behaviour? I think not.
No be only you be man now.
And even if you are indeed the only man; the fact remains that for all your ‘manliness’ there are so many things you cannot help yourself about. There are certain things you cannot do for yourself. For some reason, there’s a certain touch peculiar to only females; some kind of magic God deposited only in the female hand. Like for instance, no matter how neat and organized a bachelor’s house is you’ll have people who’ll tell him ‘it still needs a woman’s touch’. IT IS NOT A COMPETITION. Play your position!
And while you might to debate that woman actually came from man; it’s not up for a vote that every other man (and woman) since then came from a woman. And like the romantic theologians like to argue; there’s a significance in God taking the woman from man’s side; therefore making her a companion as opposed to being a mere commodity. It appeals to my sense of things so I agree.
Women everywhere still describe men as big babies. I agree…not all the way; but I agree.
And well…I am yet to hear of a pregnant man (apart from that absolutely hilarious Arnold Schwarzenegger movie), and if all she did is bear you children I think she deserves to be treated with respect and value. I know I know…I know about all those women who make life unbearable for men; those women who are so bad their spouses would rather sit in a beer parlor and get stoned before mustering enough courage to go home; others who would rather drive around all night and then go home in the wee hours of the morning; their time will come. For now I am focusing on the men.
You don’t have to be rude just because you’re a man; you don’t have to speak loudly or sharply to a woman for her to realize you’re male. In fact I think restraint is a quality a sensible woman would admire and respect even though she’s trying her damned best to drive you up the wall. The hardest thing to do is to keep control of yourself when everything in your environment indicates different; ‘retaliation only takes anger mixed with passion.’ That DOES NOT make you a bigger man, in fact if anything it has taken away from the weight of your balls.
Meet men with steel and iron; meet men with muscles and blood, meet a woman with patience, understanding, gentleness, passion, warmth and all the finer things and you will appeal to her soul; for those are the languages she understands (in an ideal world).
You will be a man for it.
Before I left the farm I was yakking about in the beginning I enjoyed a meal of pounded yam and vegetable soup, garnished with prawns and peacock meat. Of course, only ‘king peacock meat’ would be suitable for a superior male like me.
Catch you next week.
