Let's Raise Boys to Men not Boys to Pussies

We move without any meaningful significance

No dance or drama

Just a straightforward formation, like soldiers obeying commands

Commands from society

Commands from church

Commands from pastors

Commands from the government

Commands from daddy and mummy, funny enough they too are just soldiers... The least in the ranks

Most times their commands are dead weight on our shoulders, but we can't fault it, we are soldiers

The world is slowly forgetting about us

We have lived our prime

Now fast and furious, we are living past it with no glitz or glamour

And the world isn't fazed or awed anymore

E don see us finish

Nothing remain

Mankind... The joy of motherhood

The awaiting Prince

The chosen one

Has gradually become a paragon of shame

An empty vessel locked in the cages of mediocrity

Too afraid to dig into stale minds and expose the holes in their perceptions and views

A faulty programme corrupted by neglect and oversight

While the girlchild is annually celebrated

Judiciously recognized

Consistently appreciated and remembered

Yearly, she is applauded

Awarded

Educated

Built

Crowned

Decorated for the world to stay interested in her cause

The boy has become a curse

He isn't celebrated anymore

He is a shame

We have International women's day

Mother's day probably 20 times a year

Girlchild empowerment day at every level

The focus is on the girlchild and they are not disappointing

They are living up to expectations

While the woman has become the universe's lover

The boy child suffers negligence by the hour

Caught in a web of venomous fate

Woven by a patriarchdom long lost and slowly decimating

He is no more schooled by elites and scholars, so he teaches himself

And fails

He lacks regality

He might sit in the council of nobility but deep down, he drips stupidity

Where did we lose it

For a long time we wore attention like a pendulum, now it's beginning to swing the wrong way

Now we seek attention by all means, swinging our dicks like a trophy, but the world wants more than a long dick

It might be pleasing to the eyes but so long as it doesn't last forever, wetin we gain?

So we rape to be noticed and respected

We rob to be noticed and feared

We cult to be noticed and accepted

We scam to be noticed and useful

We cheat to be noticed and loved

We dominate to be noticed and feel important

Yet we fail

Honor is far from us

The only sophistication we carry is between our legs

Put a crown on a madman, you won't have a mad king... You will have a mad man with a crown

A Crown nobody would want

So like a mad man the boy moves

With his dick in his hand

He thinks himself God

Who told you God has a dick, If he did, he would have made love with his dick, not formed it in his image with spoken word

God is a poet

That's why the world moves like poetry

But that is a discussion for another day

Back to the boychild he is now grown into a manchild

He is Quick to bark out his frustration

Incoherent mess of words, still he fails to discern genuine emotion from sarcasm

He lacks discretion

When she says you can't afford me, he thinks money

But she means IQ

Even the most commonest women aren't common

The one hawking plantain, understands when the uniformed man calls her, it's the organs he craves not the oranges

She fools the fool and leverages on her advantage, everyday until she is empowered

Even common isn't so simple

If it were, we would all have common sense

Yet In these venomous times

Only vipers survive

So women are adapting

They think about their thoughts more than what lies between their thighs

While men think about what lies between those thighs

And never understands

The man goes on a date with the girl, and after the date, he feels a sense of privilege and ownership

So he attempts to stake his claim, the only way he knows

Let's go to my house, in his mind she has to pay too...he pays in cash so she will return the favor in kind

And because she has learnt and graduated from the school of life the boy keeps repeating, she serves him a bowl of class and finesse with extra desert..balanced justice.

Like semen he swallows it distastefully

Licking it completely even though he hates the taste

He closes his eyes, unable to savor the aroma and sensation

Disregarding dignity for insanity

He lashes out and boasts of his wounds to trees and forests

Slut shames her, tags her asewo and labels her a whore

Because she refused to lower her standards and be patronized

Brostitute

You begin to wonder the attraction

But even sharks are sometimes caught by the dumbest fisherman

We need to rehab the boys

They need to relearn

There's a dearth in their development

They have been left behind

Paying for the sins of their fathers

Gender equality isn't in their favor anymore

The girlchild has gone light Years ahead of him

She's digital, he's still battling analog

There's no competition

The girlchild knows what to do because she has been guided and watched like a hawk

The boy stands aloof and aplomb because he is expected to know, whereas, like my philosophy lecturer back then would say, he knows not what

Because he has a penis, he must be wise

Penis is a symbol of enlightenment yet it is from the nipple we suckle power and wisdom to grow

It's time to bring the boychild into the fold

It's time to raise boys to be men again

And do it the right way, like we are doing for the girlchild

Let's have conferences set aside for the boys

Seminars fixed for the boys

Let's hold their hands the way we hold the girl and tell them that it's OK to be scared, it's OK to be held and it's OK to cry.

Maybe if they can cry then they can begin to try

Let's raise boys to men not boys to pussies

But hey, what do I know, I'm just a writer

Trust me, writing is the superpower I use to elevate the quality of my life...and it's a profitable one.

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