Errance Mentale: when we believe it, we'll see it.

This is my response to Mr. Innocent Chia's article: Are you the coward beating up on your wife or fiancée? Yes, shame on me, shame on Ray Rice, shame on you too the wife/partner/fiance beater. You are right Mr. Chia, we are cowards. Cowards for being perpetrators, onlookers, silent spectators/accomplices, etc. Most of us have been programmed to to be violent towards women by the subtle and all too significant carvings of evolution, by our own inadequacies hence insecurities. In abusing our power, we have failed to do two things, conquer our fears and exercise restraint. The theory of trophy wives, inferiority complex and Innocent’s stay on the perpetrator are subjective assessments that only begin to scratch the surface of the global problem of spousal abuse in particular and abuses in general. For instance, your average commercial, male conversation, Christian and Muslim religion objectify the woman as a trophy for a deserving and conquering male. Yes, it may be about not havi

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How do you pay tribute to a mother who gave you everything? How do you begin to explain to anyone how wonderful your mother's love is without them thinking that it is nothing compared to theirs? You just can't. You can't stop either because, regardless of how everyone else views your mother, she will never cease to be special. Ok, I love my mother. This is not new. Those who know me know this, but they don't know how much and why. As we drove on Landover road just after the intersection with Lottsford Rd in MD heading towards Upper Marlboro, I felt the need to stop and speak to my mother. She had been critical about my way of life which lacked the lustre and flair of those who have succeeded in the USA: Doctors, Lawyers, Nurses, etc. People who lived in "big Houses", drove nice cars and ... well you get the picture. I was a teacher and my mother felt that by subtly letting me know that I had to supplement my income with a "second" job or even a th

The last mile is the most complicated, the most difficult some say, but as a reluctant jogger, I'd like to draw your attention to the first mile. It all started with a promise (although I'd like to consider it a wish) that I made public on FB that I was embarking on a journey to shed off some 15-20 pounds to an ideal 170-175 for my short 5.8' stature. The reason to make that public was to be accountable to someone. There is always someone who will remind you of what they read on your profile ... So it was last month when a friend brought the matter up and said jokingly "but you don put on weight, oh!" Like I needed any reminders! I have come up with all kinds of excuses why I was not working on my goal: it was too cold, the kids, it's too early, it's too late, it doesn't really matter I can still lose weight whenever I want, besides look at all those overweight people, am I not better than they are...? Yes, it is amazing what goes through the mind

Keep the history. Distribute the blame as you see fit. The evidence stares blankly in the faces of all Manyu people: a fragmented lot. Case in point, MECA-USA Inc. and MECA-USA. As recently as 2009, these two organizations functioned as one with rival camps based on reasons as deep rooted as family feuds/rivalries and as frivolous as "girlfrined, boyfriend" to quote a "respectable" member of this community. I intervene in this manner because I have no influence over any Manyu person but myself. I hold no personal grievances with ANYONE. I have disagreed with EVERYONE at some point in my life and EVERYONE has disagreed with me too in the course of my over two-score existence. I came into the Manyu community in the USA about 10 years ago. I immediately felt at home. In 2005, I suffered an election loss when I campaigned alongside Dr. Besong as he ran for the Chairmanship. We lost and we all stayed in the association. Two years later, I campaigned with Dr. Pete

The Emperor's men had him cornered. The street fighter was outsmarted. All nooks and crannies sealed. The tough man raised his hand in abandon. "Mbombo na how we dei do am?" he queried. One of the Emperor's men grabbed his belt's buckle, his longest fingers almost touching his "bijou de famille". The savior of "sauveteurs" seems very relaxed in this unusual scenario. He seems to know something everyone else ignores or lacks the foresightedness to discern. Promptly another group of the Emperor's men, the dreaded type, appear as is the proclivity when it is to correct dissent against the Emperor. Yet, the unperturbed Hero of the oppressed watches lazily, almost bored. "We’ll take him" one of them announces. When they get to the station, he could tell some of them were impressed to see him. He felt that somehow they respected him, but like everyone else, they had more consideration for their careers. The Commander motioned e

I didn't understand why anyone would be sexually attracted to someone from their own gender. I still don't. I don't know why I am heterosexual. I understand the Darwinian need for the propagation of the gene, hence reproduction. I get that, but as a male, why do I prefer women and not men? I don't know. There are smart and stupid people out there who have answers to our sexual urges and go further by prescribing norms our sexuality should conform to. As preposterous and bogus as those confinements may be, the traction, unbelievably, is on their side. I have lately been searching for answers as to why a man having intercourse with another man is wrong or harmful to me or society. Let's have a conversation on homosexuality. I'll go first and hope that I don't lose you along the way. I will use the term homosexual interchangeably with the term "Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, and Transgender or LGBT." I apologize to anyone who may find this offensive. My pa