IAM THE MAN YOU LOVE TO HATE

Your wrenched article pierced my soul. Pierced it with an inferno of dread and painful discomfort. I read and reread it but still the pain streaking gaping hole left in my heart continued to bleed. I felt like you had driven a silver stake of reality into my carefully woven web of my world of dreams and hopes. Like you had deliberately de-humanized me and torn my life apart from the inside.

When I tried to sleep, sleep evaded me like I was something even unworthy of such subtle comforts. My mind was filled with shame and suicidal thoughts of hopelessness, totally undeserving of my very essence of manhood. Even when I caught a glimpse of sleep, nightmares made me turn on my already sweat drenched sheets like one of those roasted chickens displayed by city restaurants on their windows.

But when I came to my senses, it didn’t matter what you said about me, and the rest of my breed of incoherent, unwanted group of omega males living up to their reputation like a barge of pride and achievement. I felt I had to stand up. If not for myself, which you said I am incapable of, then for the rest of us. As a collective voice for all those ‘inferior’ hound of men littered all over our streets and not uncommon in our homes, I say, ITS ABOUT DAMN TIME WE SPOKE UP!

I am not going to waste your time with a crap load of self-pity and defensiveness, no, I will tell you justifiably my true worth in society. It’s impossible to sum it all up with just one world but if that was the case, it would be IDEAS. An idea is no doubt the fuel that run our world and all human kind for that matter. But ideas have only one place of origin, they incubate in the minds of ‘the poor fellas who spend their days masturbating and playing video games’. The true masterminds behind all human innovation and achievement throughout universal history. Be it Einstein or the unappreciated ape who invented fire. These men were not alphas and yes, they weren’t loved as much by anyone for that matter. But without a doubt, they were and still are, epic.
The so called alphas, have only the purpose of perpetuating our ideas and are nothing more than flesh welded robots integrated into society to carry out the dirty work of actuating our prewritten formulas of success which they themselves alone without us cannot produce.

Yes, we are caught up in our piped dreams. Why? Because we understand what’s at stake. The true purpose of existence merely lies in the discovery of one’s true destiny and WE-have not given up to do what we were made for. It is our desire to succeed through that means and see past the veil of just making mere worthless pieces of paper so called money, even if we have to ‘vampirishly’ suck the rest of humanity dry by being totally dependent on them for upkeep. That’s the price they have to pay for diverting their paths away from their dreams and becoming self-righteously diligent and hard-working. There is no greater gift than seeing the world in a child’s eyes.

The betas, that breed of good for nothing, self-pitting, too conforming, confused role group are not even close to being higher than us in the social pyramid. Do they even know the mortal rule of self-preservation? Who in their right minds would degrade themselves to such level of servitude just to please an unforgiving society like the one we live in. They are indeed the truly hopeless case and the self-righteous authors of the moral code should rethink the crime of existence of such a phony and disgusting excuse of a male.

So, the truly demanding question left at hand is this. Am I proud to be an omega male? Hell NO! That is unless we change that title of course to something more appropriate. But do I love myself the way I AM? Maybe.

The truth is, I would rather be me but since human beings cannot remain stagnant unless they are somewhere stuck 6 feet under dirt. So, on my way up the ladder of society and male evolution, I only wish that I will surpass all the way up and when I finally realize my dreams, you will come running to lick the feet of the omega male you once loathed with unquenchable passion.

Written by Ed Munga.

(In response to “Don’t be the man women love to hate” by @RoxanneKenya)
http://www.sde.co.ke/thenairobian/article/2000192747/don-t-be-the-man-women-love-to-hate

INNOCENCE

You’re so adorable little one.

I adore kids. I mean whats not to love about Those innocent  tender souls.

Last January I left home without saying goodbye to my kid sister, Debra. I knew She missed me and believe me, I too missed her even more.

Oh, that kid…What is there not to be liked or missed about her. Debbie has a bigger forehead than mine,but i have no element of doubt about our sibling hood. I am talking about her forehead because it stands out.It is the first thing you will actually notice about her because it is an epitome of beauty. It just happens to glow each time you look at her.Perhaps my eyes have the habit of  sparking every time i gaze at her.

Debra is perfect.She has these nice thin lips.I noticed……because We kiss on the lips.(i cringe at the feeling that ‘He’ will notice it too)…When we peck She likes it. I don’t. I think it’s awkward to kiss your sister on the lips.(i mean that’s ‘his’ slot right??!) I know you’re like ”she’s a kid Manfred”. But don’t point fingers cause i know your hands ain’t clean either.

There was this one time she kissed me just because she could see I was upset.(i blame technology for educating her on such vices) I mean she even had no idea on what it was that had upset me. She didn’t even bother to ask if I wanted a kiss. She just moved in from nowhere and dug my chick with those small tender lips. You should have seen my face,instantly flash with joy,which later radiated into a blush. Oh how I love that kid.

She missed me and wanted to talk to me on the phone,so she one time interrupted dad and I, while bargaining about upkeep money .

“Debra anataka kukuongelesha”
My old man always changes his dialect to Kiswahili when Debra is being referred to.I have never understood this neither have i pondered on it too much.

Then came her voice,blasting from the other end of the line.
“Babjjiiii.”(she’s always dragging it).
Oh men. I almost cried. But I manned up,After all that is what i am…A MAN…besides my African heritage doesn’t expect ‘men’ to cry.Crying is for sissies after all.

We talked for hours. Mostly about her problems. Not mine. She doesn’t need to hear mine. She is too young to carry the nails meant for my cross.

“Umeni miss Debra?”
I managed to chip in at some point.
“Apana.” She quickly said and went back to her stories. I knew she was lying but i didn’t want to fuss much about it.Being the cool,calm and collected guy i am, i automatically let her answer slide with ease.

Business is business.After all this is Kenya.
My Airtime had already been siphoned by the phone company,Yet Debbie was still blabbing on the other end of the line.I pictured her fury,and a wave of guilt swept over my entire being. I wanted to buy fresh credit from the mpesa docket. But….
Dad instantly called back. Debra didn’t want to talk to me. Not anymore. She got bored talking to someone who couldn’t afford enough airtime for calls. I felt terrible. Like I wasn’t worth making calls to her. Because she’s too cute to talk to broke relatives.

When I go home, am going to hug my little sister. Am going to hug her so tight she will feel chained in the comforts of my hug.I have this feeling that She’ll not know what is wrong. She’ll be still. Her eyes clueless. She has beautiful eyes. Our eyes are same. But hers are prettier.
And I know I’ll sob. I’ll sob quietly on her small shoulders. Then she’ll call out my name with that little bass a small girl of three can manage. Almost whispering. Then I’ll reluctantly call out hers as well. Avoiding her face, her eyes. And I’ll wipe my eyes quickly with one of my hands. The other one still holding onto her firmly. Then I’ll ease my grip and she’ll look at me. She’ll look at me with those small relaxed (but concern) eyes. And I’ll smile at her with that smile only someone lost in love will give. She will then look me in the face, at my eyes. at my eyelashes still clung together.My heart will instantly melt with love(and another feeling I can’t even explain).

This time I’ll promise not to leave her again. I’ll promise not to let mom take her to that school again(she started going to school). We’ll tell each other stories. She can now speak something comprehendible. I’ll tell her jokes. Lots of them.She will laugh.(i am not that funny) but I will tell her more. Then she’ll report to me the bad kids making her day miserable. And I’ll laugh like I always do at her small problems.
Oh, and we’ll play games. Many which mother doesn’t approve of. But we’ll still play. We’ll learn some vowels. That kid is smart. She could say one all through to ten before baby class.

It must be hard be believe that some guy in future will be playing games with her. Bad games(did I mention I hate boys). I’ll have to go to the gym. So that I can protect her need be.Only then will i have to let her be with some hyena, in form of some adolescent school boy. Giving me that look during his vetting that says “mama raised me right”. When we both know that all he wants is sex. Bloody kids!.

Soon she will grow up into a woman. Here we will be to narrate this story all over again.

Author: Manfred

Utter and Complete Nonsense

Don’t be fooled by the fake skills you are lied to believe exist by being exposed to a level of intelligence your currently inferior mind cannot comprehend. Calm down! I am not insulting you or the millions of people who are just as imbecilic as you. This is the truth and right now I don’t really care how you take it. For my own amusement, I would like to ask you to stop reading this article if you don’t want to find out how incredibly useless you are to the world.

Oh! I didn’t mean to discredit you by calling you useless, that would be quit unfair to you because you are very useful to the world indeed. You work and sweat to secure a great future for your masters, the elite! As a matter of fact, the elite are the world and the world is them. If you are wondering who those are, they are the people who work the least and suffer the least yet have the most. If you take it easy, you’ll most definitely end up happier than a stressed out worker bee.

If you want to know the masked puppeteer, you have to outsmart him and get him to remove his mask. This may not be necessarily as easy as you think since he is the one pulling the strings. Don’t believe them when they say there is no life better than yours. Although this may be true if the level of the power of your mind cannot allow you to see further than your nose, it’s not. Of course everybody knows that a life full of great things is the best everyone who thinks they can only live once should want to live.

The only way to live is when you know how to live. Peep behind the curtains, look beyond the main act further from the stage of ‘reality’ for it has all been staged to fool the crowd into short term happiness. Look at the idiots laughing! Hahaha… man I love that feeling. Make them think they are truly happy and blessed so they can remain destructed and not see us milk them fat cows.

As a rule of nature, only the smartest and strongest members of a species should survive or better yet thrive if the species is to live on. To join the elite, stand out from the rest and then become the best. Also, you could start by reading this stuff, it’s the most genuinely secret released for entirely no gain to the whistle blower but for his own entertainment to have a good laugh when the idiots reject the truth!!