Man's Dilemma

The cri de coeur of human race is perhaps the predominant nature of a masculine species. The fox has tendencies of marking territories against marauding philanderers. Like animals, men are consciously aware of tasks ahead of them especially in female arena.

The worst fear a man can withstand is his manhood put in question. Put a man with no credible and astute source of inspiration to his female colleagues on spot and you'll have a man withered at heart. Nowhere better is such experiences vivid than in our respective campuses.

                                

Therein expansive edifices harbours different kinds of men. The loud and swarthy, silent but reflective, gullible and petulant. Most of the traits are downright irritating. Infact, in individual analysis, it would be difficult to find a 'whole' man. Pity, I may say.

In attempts to subdue these 'inadequencies', man has resorted to cliques. Common of such groups are the hommies, the book-nerds and the anti-babylonians. Yep, the unati crew. Each, within the comforts of confines, can brazenly open up to staggering levels of bravery. Infact, some Swiss shrink said something to that effect.

'Man in a crowd is unconsciously lowered to an inferior moral and intellectual level, to that level which is always there, below the threshold of consciousness, ready to break forth as soon as it is stimulated through the formation of the crowd'.  The macho and the hype are mostly admired by their colleagues. They bag the most beautiful chics in campus, ride in pimped autos and have membership in the most of entertainment joints in the city. Thus, a loner would do anything to be identified with the likes.

He will try a foreign accent, attire in blings and churn out dry jokes in random groups graced by chics. He will laugh the hardest when a mamasita attempts a joke and will vigorously negate in a critic-mock attitude when a guy emphasizes on a topic in a desperate action to ascertain his knowledge. He ends up being a connoisseur of working hard on something smoothly done. Pity, I may say.

You can't be a nutty if yo like rock music. Nor would you fit in hip-hop craze if mugiithi drives you yoriyori. A man is sufficiently stable in a recognizance clique. Otherwise, like a mismatch in blood groups, coagulation will be evident. Let us embrace an iota of sagacity lest we end up in embarassment and frustrations.