I LOVE MEN!

 I am so thoroughly and intricately covered, you won’t believe it! Sort of like an onion- in layers, with one layer starting where another leaves off; and have you seen those onions that are made of 2 or 3 little bulbs? I tell you, I am covered.

You still don’t get it? I am talking about the men in my life- tons and tons! I don’t know where I’d be without them; and I absolutely don’t understand how anyone can even think of hating men. There are too many good men in my life for it to be a co-incidence or for me to be plain lucky.

Take my father and my brothers for a start. We don’t like each other very much at times but nobody looks out for me like they do. My husband is so quiet and unobtrusive that you might miss him if you take a cursory look at my life; much the same way you might miss the individual bones that make up the spine in the body. Woe betide the one who suffers a spinal injury, then the value of each single component becomes evident.

The ideas that have shaped my business decisions and transactions were shaped by men; the present training intervention that I am conducting was brokered by a high school ole boy of mine and the presentation that clinched that deal was composed by another college ole boy; my music producers, engineers, instrumentalists, and guitar tutor are all men. My pastor and choir director represent two prime specimens of the gender and my most attentive student/ participants are promising young men.

I am assuming on the definition of manhood and concluding that anything that doesn’t resemble these specimens and examples cannot be called ‘man’. They are at best impostors and at worst devils to be avoided like a plague. A good man is worth more than his weight in gold, he is versatile to be whatever you need him to be and if a man believes in you about something you can count on his support and the raw energy he will infuse you with. Being in the presence of a real man is motivation and inspiration and why? He doesn’t have time or space for sentiments that sometimes beset us ladies, he cuts to the chase and holds you down to the task at hand till it is done…Give me a good man any day!

Like I said earlier I don’t understand how anyone arrives at the point of hating men- the thing that hurt them isn’t a man anyway; and if something (not someone) is pressurizing you for intimate relations in exchange for favours, again he has failed the test and is missing the essential characteristic of the prime qualities of the esteemed order.

To those who fit the description, ‘Viva Le Homme’!