It’s just a fair debate, nothing more -please

I hate arguing with women on this very sensitive topic: ‘feminism’. They usually just snap and take it personal every single time; which is sad for me because I usually just want to develop my debating skills. Last Saturday morning, one of my friends argued that women are superior to men because they give life through child birth. In a bid to offend her, I told her that the world ‘d be glad if women stuck to the more superior job and not fight for unnecessary equalities.

With every humour on earth attached:

it could seem like a gender warfare that’s similar to capitalism -People with the most tasking job fight for rights they should have or maybe the fight just doesn’t make sense anymore in most places, especially where women are no longer denied basic rights.
In a world so cynical, where we could easily forget that all lives matter, where we could easily forget that men get beaten up by other men and by women too; ‘violence against anybody (male or female) shouldn’t be condoned’ should be our motto. Not only ‘violence against women’ -put all of us in the same big box, that’s equality. -no gender is a special case when it comes to really sensitive issues like violence. -n/b: if a he knows violence, there’s much chance that the victim will be a she if not another he.
Nonetheless, if you don’t want to cook for your husband, that’s your business -there’s only so little we can do as opposed to your privacy. we shouldn’t dictate who flushes the toilet in your home. -Nothing seems better than knowing how to cook better though. In the same vein, nobody gives more damn about your sex life than you do and what you choose to wear is your business -you can’t rid someone else of his/her freedom of choice with your decision. And btw it’d make more sense if you stick to housekeeping so you’ll train your kids properly. Only then will they not be jerks. only then will you be able to teach them not to stare –or you learn to deal with having jerks around and with the possibility of having more to come because someone wasn’t & isn’t housekeeping.

I find rape extremely hideous. Men get raped but much of rape complaints don’t come from men. Women are mostly the victims. They could know better if you’d stick to housekeeping. You should at least lay a proper foundation for a good enough life you’ve already produced -these fathers can be damned though.

-Just fair comments though.

women can now vote, they’re covered by every human right statute, they’re not denied education & work opportunities because of gender. unless I’m missing something & I hope to be corrected, I think that’s why feminism sprouted. what else are we fighting for?

Audacity of Hope

this song deepens my melancholy but I get so hopeful when I remember Susan Boyle. It’s one big melancholic thing when you have to spend a christmas eve alone; without Family and without friends -95.6% of them, you know you ain’t even close to. It’s another thing when you have to put naaesa together, do courseworks (land law and evidence), study, read a shitload of books you’ve been dying to read; to keep up with how smart you want to be, collect materials for articles you should be writing, and the mind is willing but the body is weak; and the dreams seem so infeasible. You cant even watch movies because none seems interesting. You want to end up in the oval office but the only thing close to oval about you is an inaccurate drawing you could scribble but you haven’t yet, and you don’t think you ever will. You want to go out but you know you have a lot to do, and you’ve only been doing those in bits. you know you shouldn’t let yourself be under so much pressure. You had an argument with one of your housemates; an argument you’ve been running from cos you’ve got the lower hand but he somehow got you to the edge and it turns out that he has the password to disable your website -a website you’ve paid a lot of cash you aint got for and it turns out unsuccessful but he agrees to assist you for free. For some reason, you want to go before 39 -and that’s not up to 20years from now -cos it doesn’t make sense that people stay till 50-60-80-90. come to think of it, few of your life models left before 39 (Jesus Christ, Swami Vivikananda, Alexander, Tupac. The rest did -although Lincoln died left imm. after reaching his greatest achievement -MLK(jnr) too (come to think of it, it’d be really nice to go; after your greatest achievement on the sands of time). lol you’re not suicidal. And Salico died a week ago. this post somehow makes you pop out of your comfort zone and log off fb immediately after posting, and get your dumbass to something reasonable.

 

Back in the day

Whenever I think of my primary school days, I usually think it’s the funnest ride I’ve had so far. Today, I was meditating and then I remembered it wasn’t all that fun. why? -inferiority complex. That was the least of my worries though. The only thing that bugged me so much was why I couldn’t be the first in my class.
Every closing day, I used to go really early to school hoping to find out that I took first -but that was never the case. It was always Uduak, Edidiong and some other motherfucker I can’t even remember vividly. Then I’ll come two, three or four positions behind them; I went lower to tenth once and it was frustrating. I always knew I could do better because apparently, I used to answer lots of the toughest questions in class -that didn’t change a thing though. I still never studied for once. I still had those bad habits that preclude academic success such as; bad handwriting, playing and sleeping in class. I and my friends were still the butt of all the jokes in class. I hardly wore socks or clean ones after Monday, Tuesday and most Wednesdays -even uniform -the worst part was that I used to soak my collar in saliva because I had to wipe my mouth when anybody talked or came close to me. I didn’t like people sticking their body close to mine -it used to be really irritating -in a school with lots of people, imagine me wiping my mouth all the time and with my shirt. -now I understand why I used the others thought I smelt really bad -I on the other hand loved to smell my saliva on my collar, and by my nose
-yuck! right?
-And imagine this; back home, I’d bath lots of times in a day for every time my dad and siblings touched or came near me -or if their cloth somehow brushed mine, I’d go use water to clean off that part -I don’t remember liking anyone -it was only my younger brother and mom I was cool with. There never was no day I got back home from school that my knees weren’t white because of kneeling on a dusty floor. Anyway, I couldn’t have been so bad after all, once in royal David’s city, stood a lowly cattle shed; where a mother laid her baby in a manger for his bed. Merry Christmas Everyone. Feliz Navidad! Prospero ano y felicidad!

LOL

Much Love from NAAESA