Men of the Galaxies

I have been on a bit of a world tour. Let me describe to you the men I saw in my voyages.

• Men in DRC flirt 24/7. It is exhilarating for a second- makes you feel like Queen of the baddies- until you realize, it isn’t real. They want to, as the Ivorians call it, “MOUGOU- PAN” AKA Bed & Dip.
• Men in Mali are the complete opposite. They are very pious. Pray 5x a day. They don’t even make eye contact with women. I admired this at first. Until the random man in the plane asked that I clear his food platter for him. Or when in professional context, I watched a male colleague raise his voice because he disagreed with a woman colleague. This, unfortunately made me see the intense dispararity among the sexes. Which as you know is a major turn off for me…
• Now… My Countrymen… Rwandan men I saw at the Texas Rwandan Convention, were cute and all- but there is a blockage… On one hand- The multiple Rwandan social codes suffocate me. Our culture is super polished. I am to sit straight, smile, talk at a low volume and not say many words. Etc. BUTTTT I also noticed, Abanyarwanda ntibantereta cyane nkabanyamahanga…. Yego simbashaka kuko barangora faux ariko ndashaka ko bo banshaka…

As of July 12, 2025- I am concluding that (for now)- My business with Prof, albeit a wild situationship, is most freeing. He never lies. He is a feminist. He is sexy AF. I mean what else is there? Ah! stability/children/Re-Marriage etc.? Valid. We can’t “hang” forever. STILL- I find that whether you plan your life meticulously or not; life will life. So I’ve decided we shall worry about tomorrow when we reach tomorrow… Ok-Bayi! Off to find some delish Shawarma in these Istanbul streets ——— One Love,