I'm A Man, I Can Cry: HoL 131

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Humans of Lagos

"'Men don't cry,' the clause that creates a dysfunctional society.

"Be a man!' lures men into a state of emotionless disconfiguration and they act as if defective.

So, these sentences make men think that they can cheat because they believe in having sex without emotional attachment.  Well, I've seen girls have sex without any indication of emotional attachment too.

Men don't cry, so they:
Become hardened, and heartless, dying slowly on the inside to later explode disastrously someday on the outside. This is what breed unnecessary violence.


I met a lady, she couldn't take me for who I am, she said to my friends: 'He's not acting like a real man!'

Her definition of being a real man? Firm, macho and fierce.

But hey, I'm only enjoying the splendor of being me with my vulnerability and softness.

But I do not blame her, I blame the mental conditioning that for eons got us indoctrinated into absurdity."

© FERT, 2018

Comments

  1. Mary Ogungbola27 July 2020 at 02:11

    Thanks for reminding us that men are humans with emotions and all the works and not just some robots with macho powers.

    Yea, let it out when you need to and refresh your soul. It takes nothing away from your masculinity. As Africans, we definitely need to unlearn some of these conditioning that tend to unleash the beast in our people....repressed emotions.

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  2. Unknown27 July 2020 at 06:03

    Thank you for this

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  3. Unknown27 July 2020 at 06:20

    Hmmmmmmm. Thanks and God bless.

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  4. Unknown28 July 2020 at 15:21

    We have a dysfunctional society....i can't date a man who can't be vulnerable with me .

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  5. Kathy Mbondo14 August 2020 at 21:13

    Is the concept of manning up interprated the same globally?

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