If Men Are Broken, It is We That Broke Them.

Happy Labor Day Friends! Today we recognize the Labor Movement that successfully advocated for reasonable wages and better working conditions in the US. I slept in, it was lovely; but my thoughts are on DRC mining sector and Chinese sweatshops that are infamous for child labour and hazardous conditions. Special shoutout to our very own, Carter Center that works to alleviate these issues.

Less heavy topic I am pondering on is my love life. La La La La. After marrying, separating, and dating again; I have come to the conclusion that only a finite number of men can handle me. Still, It is not men that failed us. It is society that failed men.

Society deeply engrained in boys that their value is attached to their wallet. They were bred to be providers as soon as they could talk. The boys grew up and the Biblical meaning of provision got lost. Today the meaning has become “buy me a benz”. African men have it worse because they are expected to provide for their wife & kids AND family of origin. This means that men are living with never ending pressures.

I feel it heavily because I only date African men. The story is always the same. All eyes are on them. They MUST make it and take care of everyone. So when it comes their intimate partner, all is well early on but very soon, anxiety kicks in… They begin to subconsciously attempt to reduce the woman’s ambitions. This is because in their minds, it is a competition. The pressure is already so heavy, they cannot bare anything more.

We have broken our men.
We must now suffer the consequences.