I do not know how I found myself back here, well... The journey started a little shy of one year ago. That means one of 2 things: Either the days are fast hence we ageing faster or, were too busy to realise that time gets lesser and lesser with each minute, hour, day, week, month ( the list being endless)
This blog has an attachment in life, I seem drawn to it by circumstances & I hope by the end of the reflections, there are going to be insights - honestly I have no idea why I am here.
When men mature into what they are- they cross so many challenges from being an infant, to a boy, in through active youth. There is always a path to adventure that does not die or slow down. When I met the person whom I really loved/ liked: I needed accountability and sense of belonging. That however changed and I honestly doubt if there were some things had I known before I would consent to this union without putting up a fight.
Do not get me wrong, marriage is an absolute great thing & it has very many benefits, some being you soberring up and know you need to think, work smart because you are no longer one or two, but a bunch of people - with the inclusion of relatives from both sides, the other African fact is that when married, parents start entrusting you with family issues - talk about being thrown into the deep end.
Then there is this strange person "The Lady", what a creation, quite smart, but rather irritating from the on-set . With over 5000 expressions in a month, clearly I as a man cannot catch up. I am still yet to get through some set of traumas...
- You error in something - woe unto you, you keep on experimenting until you find what she ever likes, that never comes cheap, not in terms of cash but effort. Be it the ice-creams, flowers, cooking her favourite meal, one thing I still do not understand is why there is a different solace in each span of anger but they never forget any wrong thing!
- How does someone wake up happy in the morning, only to have a long face once out of the shower in less than 20 minutes
- Those feminine visits to the doctor honestly do scare any man - since men only go to hospital either under so much pain, or be dragged by their wives to go see a doctor. Once you are at the doctors, the "Macho" look does the trick
- I am yet to find a man who is comfortable with their wives chat, honestly I do at times switch off during some chat - woe unto I when I am told the same old story "You not listening!" or "but I told you to keep your calendar open "
- All over a sudden, I have to ask for permission to go visit my dad! Now that is a classic, no wonder we are always told to read into the blue print before signing any contracts. I am yet to get another response from men, we all over a sudden have to report back to someone when we want to venture into something - better give enough time for notification
Today 17th May 2013, I woke up to some cold morning, save for the morning alarm. The bed was massive, then I remembered, there is no sequence! I had to get out of bed, go to the kitchen, make my own breakfast, time my much loved shower so as to be out of the house in time for work. This time I remembered to take out the trash, wash the dishes and all.
Where was she? Hmmm - work commitments (team building) - next time, they should consider spouses as well for such activities. But one thing is that it made me feel responsible & that as much as we love to hate and hate to love each other's space, we still belong together. As I left the house, I heard that familiar tone, "Cla! Please pray before we leave" - I actually did day an honest prayer today because i had a choice of either praying or not, but I did pray.
Ok - back to work now.! More to follow...
