Crying Strong Man

We were at this relaxation spot, and the man next table keeps lamenting about how he has to cater for his siblings’ needs, keep up and meet up with his needs, and how his mother is crying in his ears for a grandchild from him.
He is mummy’s favorite, seemingly so. At some point in his lamentation, while his guys weren’t coming up with any meaningful idea or solution, he wishes he was a lady. Guess his reason… he’ll just get a man to do all the things he wants to get done and even more, besides its just sex and that’s all (a topic of discussion for another day), and another option, similar to the first is just get a rich bobo and get married to him. And voila, all the problems would be solved, all gone. I didn’t have to eavesdrop, because he was loud enough, considering I was on the table right next to his and friends. So many thoughts and emotions were running through my mind at that point. I smiled. I felt pity for him, I felt angry at him. It was basically mixed feelings, of so many emotions.

Among many things, I felt he thinks in an interestingly shallow way about the opposite sex and all that they are and can offer (some of them, obviously).
 You know, men are put under so much pressure and I feel pity for them. I just wonder how they cope with all these pressure. And then there’s a realization: “the male folks are quite strong”. Some of them have to bend to family pressure, they are meant to stay strong for their people, which includes the woman in their life, their immediate and extended family members, the society as it were. They deal with so many decisions and indecisions, they try to meet up with quite a lot of societal expectations. Sometimes, when a guy is caught as a thief, I feel pity for him. Not just for the beating he’ll receive, but for whatever pressure he had to bend to engage in that act. In the face all things, I applaud the men who are not indecisive, who do not try to shove down their masculinity down the throat of any female they can see or know, regardless of what she can offer for his development and improvement, who are responsible, and in total control of their situations, who will not compromise their morality, regardless of what they may be facing. I pray for the men who are like a branch of a coconut tree, bending towards any direction the wind of life blows them to. Hope you find and maintain your moral bearing, holding unto the right thing you believe in and listen to the people who will help make you better each day, regardless of their gender.