Who are M E N???

Now with a busy job, I can’t blog as often for the hours are always gone! I can’t even find time to shop (window shopping of course). I’m hardly Carrie from Sex & the city, but lately, there’s been something on my mind: MEN Men Men!!! Perhaps because the year is quickly wrapping up and a look back isn’t inappropriate. I remember my New Year resolution and a bold request for “emotional rollercoaster’s”. Someone said: mind what you ask for you just might get it. Well, I got what I asked for but don’t regret it because what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. 

So men have been on my mind. Dudes. Guys. Males. Why are men the way they are? I studied the science of human beings. You know, what they’re made of, how they break and how to fix them. Some psychologists think they have them figured out but that’s BS. I wasn’t taught how human beings think, but since I spend so much time talking with them it can only come to me naturally. Yet there’s something about men! These people are bizarre. Have you ever seen a group of people walking around like everything is under control? Even if inside they're a mess? And women have learnt to go along with the charade (the smart ones anyway). I consulted a lady who had a sexually transmitted infection and when I explained to her that her partner had to be treated as well, I was surprised when she stepped out of the room and returned with a bunch of questions. Her partner was waiting in the lobby because he felt that confiding in me would make him look vulnerable (and real men are never vulnerable). That I found fascinating!

Having been involved at a personal level a few times, I realize that men are all different from one another, but just like any other human being made by God, are love creatures too. They will care despite carefully built-in appearances and will expect those feelings to be reciprocated.  They will feel bad after treating you poorly (even if an apology may never surface). And they will fight for the ones they love…because it’s inborn and they simply can’t help it.

I always take my dad as an example. The man hardly shows any sign of life (phone call, email, whatsapp, viber) unless it’s an emergency. He finds no interest in attending life-changing events such as birthdays, graduations and weddings. And talking to him sometimes is like talking to a wall; he’s not listening. 

Yet I don’t need proof of his love; it’s everywhere: he took care of me like a princess; he named me after his mother, the most important person in his life and when we’re in the same room the world stops. Literally and figuratively. I know the man loves me.

Finally, I turned to God; as the Divine Maker I figured He would have answers. But I never gathered enough courage to ask him why. I realized that women aren’t so simple either, and on that note, I chose to proceed with caution. I also realized that men will always be men, and that’s why we love them. Why bother then?

Jean Paul Tedga himself !!!