Dan Okwiri
Penning my journal. Teething 6th floor, I have seen a lot on my journey. I met Jomo Kenyatta in a school performance. Kenya’s founding president was a man with piercing red glaze eyes with a majestic presence. Have seen Kenya grow, and my take on things is pretty much a milkshake of different times. Have met a planeload of people, most of them gone in my mourn, but I still soldier on.
Increasingly, the people that make my maize cob are a lot younger. They live in a different gear, and in my think most men today are a shadow of men yesteryear. Throw barbs at me if you like, I got thick skin, but the male race is jelly of what it once was. Let me roll it on.
Today you’ll get men who stew gossipers. They spend their lives on phones. Their steak is the goings-on of the lives of other men but their own. They don’t know their social boundaries & believe virtual friends are real friends. For this ilk, what they see & read in social media makes their reality in make believe fantasy.
These fickle blokes want to know about your household affairs, your marriage life? to who?, your brood?, your finances? your follies? They feign concern, & swim in croc tears. These are the most tormented men on Mother Earth. Have accomplished zilch in their own lives, salt a lackluster existence, & mostly shadow figures in internet. Their apple pie is to be your pest.
To clear the deck, most of these folk live a life in henpeck & heart wreck, have no voice in their own kraals. Yet out there in the woods roar in lion, their most militant activity is being keyboard warriors on social media spitting gunfire against other men they can’t be. The truth of this life is you came on this journey alone & you die that way, other people’s lives won’t make your sun glow. Brouhaha!
The other lot of beans in the sack I struggle with is wannabes. A cliff hanger, these are men who live fake. In their prism they see life as a competition. They live for showbiz, their sprite is putting a show of fizzy success that ain’t there. In conspicuous consumption, spin a fancy car, but cook the books, they don’t have food at home.
If you don’t live their show, you become their food for gossip too. They live for others opinions and perception. Love to patronize ritzy joints to make the headcount of being gummed with socialites. Their take on matters depends on who they are with, what they want to extract, or praise worship mileage it would fork to make them rock. These folks are the wretched of earth. No spine, in their fake fine. Cut the Gordian knot, avoid them like the plague.
Ain’t done yet, the other brood in rude I have come across is users. They love freebies in sea. Always trying to pull a fast one to squeeze a coin from you. They want everything but give you nothing in return. Many of them who have quid can’t enjoy their own sweat.
Users live in misery to die rich, these are condemned men. Most of them are misers, even the rats in their homes are starved, so are their wives & children too. They make bad energy, and good for your toilet paper.
The next of folk that I have forked with are the whiners & crooners. They spend hours in grubby grumble, mumbling in mourn about everything under the sun, including the weather. They are a pest in infest, and blood pessimism. See faults everywhere in sea, in everything but themselves.
Whiners will complain about the system but given the opportunity to lead, make the worst managers. Avoid these cynics bummers at all costs. You’ll catch more flies with honey than vinegar, whining won’t score in goals. Being with them is sleeping with wet blankets, you won’t get warmth.
The next of men have come across which are on the increase those who live theories. To this brood, titles matters more than content and not what knowledge can actually do to make lives better. These cartoons never go a day without reading the papers & listening to news. Always foppishly dressed.
Theory men literally know everything but nothing. If you want to waste your time and dime chasing rainbows with them get into discussions of politics & other people’s quid & imaginary Disney money making heists, make bed with them folks.
Next in ship comes the womanizers. They think, live and talk of women. They damn them with faint praise. There shapes sizes & girdle of protruding rear. In bum steer, they talk nyash, and what they want to do with it god knows. They table their fable of prowess in bed. They love speaking dirty, thinking it makes macho. To live women, they have to be flashy & glitzy.
Sadly after each female conquest, their joy is to announce the feat, and discuss the luscious or discredit her feet, body parts or odour, & how she was a disappointment in matters love. A good plumber is known to all, he needs not announce his services. These men are petty, foul & live sinfully. Most of them had tormented childhood & rejected in love. They live to compensate their rejection in a life unfulfilled.
Then next lot in boat are the haters & bigots. They’re dead ducks, hate everyone that doesn’t represent them or look different. If you stem from different seed, woe unto you, if you’re more successful woe unto you.
Haters live envy. Think of others as inferior, arguing with them is a waste of your time. They won’t accept leadership by anyone not their own. Can of worms, let them swill in their hate, as they pig in fate. No one can fight city hall.
Next group in train are the righteous lot. Anyone not of their faith, religion or values is a demon. They live to proselytise you to be them. Everyone who does not shoe in their beliefs is evil & lost. You can never be a friend to them if you haven’t boarded their bus. They live religion & don’t live love or spirituality, which is absolutely wrong. They have no humanity but claim God to be their own. Keep off from these quirks if you don’t moon to be a loony.
Emerging is the new TikTok man, these are men of the new internet age. They are very unconfident of themselves. They’re recluses, unable to communicate & relate to real people, and more especially the opposite gender. Will send you a sms whilst literally standing next to you, or a WhatsApp message to say they love you but haven’t the balls to say that themselves.
TikTok blokes have grown up, usually in broken families, single homes and in many cases were babied in pampers, they are the wear and dump genre. Deep down extremely violent, & live in fantasy in the zombie characters of their virtual Nintendo PlayStation. They live in their world, it’s best to leave them that way.
Next group are alcoholic & druggies. It’s their Achilles heel, these folks tick for the next fix. There’s something they are running from they won’t reveal. The pub makes their bath tub & joy rub. The truth is you’ll rarely get a real buddy in a pub. The egg in the beer everyone is there fighting frustrations and trying to figure how he will get his next drink on the house!
On the bus too we have thieving men. They live to steal everything in sight. Don’t cast pearls before a swine, they’ll steal from you once you let them in your house. Want everything for nothings. Many make the young couch potatoes of today, many who are mama’s boys are even stealing from women. Something incomprehensible of men of times gone.
Then bikes in the man who thinks he craps gold, the gift to the world. A man who himself is an accident in waiting. A man seeking recognition hasn’t matured in life, the more mature seek self-accomplishment, and the truly mature seek self-fulfilment. Few in this world attain self-fulfilment.
To be fair, solid men are rare in these times. All men in reed are peppered by one or either of these woes. Every man is his mother’s son, most men in these times live in fear of being themselves, and the few men who do, backbitten by fickle men who can’t.
Drop the bombshell, a man who minds his own business, works hard with own hands to be independent, a spiritual man, ethical, speaks his truth, a family man who is non-promiscuous is increasingly an old myth.
Chew the cud, gentlemen,
the 1st accomplishment is know thy God,
2nd is know thyself,
3rd know thy world,
4th know thy want,
5th know thy friend & enemy,
6th know thy time to close thy curtain. L
ive by these dictums in that order, and you’ll get fodder.
Enough is enough, for some reason in Kenya most elevators don’t get to 6th floor. What a pity, if you can click that.
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