So what is in a name? Trivially a name should be nothing more than a cluster of letters for physical tagging and identity. But the reality is that names mean different things to different people. Some people plug names for the kids from fancy magazines and novels. Others give their kids names that are of sentimental value. While some parents just want sexy names that is not only a mouthful but rhythmic both in pronunciation and spelling.
Mothers know much about names they give to their children than anybody else. Take for example this psychiatrist who was conducting a group therapy session with four young mothers and their small children. Her preliminary assessment directed her to a common thread of individual obsession with something among the mothers which manifested itself in the names they gave their respective kids.
On entering the room she declared to all the four mothers "you all have obsessions."
To the first mother, she said, "You are obsessed with eating. You've even named your daughter Candy."
She then turned to the second Mom. "Your obsession is with money. Again, it manifests itself in your child's name, Penny."
She turns to the third Mom. "Your obsession is alcohol. This too manifests itself in your child's name, Brandy."
At this point, the fourth mother gets up, takes her little boy by the hand and whispers, "Come on, Dick, we're leaving."
Thursday, 17 July 2008
Wednesday, 9 July 2008
The Stress of Keeping a Parallel Spouse
Men come in all shapes and shades. But one thread running through their obtuse ego is propensity to have own a spare flame besides the official missus. So what drives to chase extra hearts even when what they own appears too hot and sweet to betray? Well it starts and ends with men being big boys and the conquering mentality.
Remove men from the celebrity circles and the tabloids specializing on exposing elicit romance will definitely fold. Men’s king size ego appear designed to always want more and the more flesh a man samples goes along way to messaging all facets of that ego. Leaves you wondering whether the male species have a heart or what resides inside their chest is a fist-sized organ simply programmed to involuntarily pump blood and keep him alive, period.
Married men are the most calculative creatures standing on two limbs. They shop for bonus knowing well that their fixed deposit is guaranteed to earn interest since the day he pledged I do. Any woman willing to play into his hand will find a cunning soul alloyed with experience albeit gained from an official rival. But again the whole drama can be reduced to men insatiable appetite to eat both chicken and the egg. Our patriarch society and mind frame removes any element of shame but instead makes even schooled men fall back to primitive practices like justifying polygamy.
Emotional plurality
It is a man’s world so they say. And it appears Adam’s descendants are taking that literally and very far. Well, to be fair for every randy man out there is a willing sissy ready to play along. But come to think of it two wrongs never made a right and men must take their emotional responsibilities as serious as they secure their wallets. All the gloomy faces gracing our streets are products of stunted romance in our homes. Love is a process and our men must invest time and resources in nurturing.
Emotional plurality is too an expensive venture for anybody who doesn't own the world bank. Emotional bliss is one thing that anybody is capable of cultivating provided you work on it. There is no free lunch and you either work for it or miss out and hawk your projection any willing depression with attendant grave consequences. Keeping parallel wives is one expensive distraction any responsible man must avoid at all costs. It is not only stupid but FATAL to entertain shimo mbaya ni ya nyoka mentality.
Remove men from the celebrity circles and the tabloids specializing on exposing elicit romance will definitely fold. Men’s king size ego appear designed to always want more and the more flesh a man samples goes along way to messaging all facets of that ego. Leaves you wondering whether the male species have a heart or what resides inside their chest is a fist-sized organ simply programmed to involuntarily pump blood and keep him alive, period.
Married men are the most calculative creatures standing on two limbs. They shop for bonus knowing well that their fixed deposit is guaranteed to earn interest since the day he pledged I do. Any woman willing to play into his hand will find a cunning soul alloyed with experience albeit gained from an official rival. But again the whole drama can be reduced to men insatiable appetite to eat both chicken and the egg. Our patriarch society and mind frame removes any element of shame but instead makes even schooled men fall back to primitive practices like justifying polygamy.
Emotional plurality
It is a man’s world so they say. And it appears Adam’s descendants are taking that literally and very far. Well, to be fair for every randy man out there is a willing sissy ready to play along. But come to think of it two wrongs never made a right and men must take their emotional responsibilities as serious as they secure their wallets. All the gloomy faces gracing our streets are products of stunted romance in our homes. Love is a process and our men must invest time and resources in nurturing.
Emotional plurality is too an expensive venture for anybody who doesn't own the world bank. Emotional bliss is one thing that anybody is capable of cultivating provided you work on it. There is no free lunch and you either work for it or miss out and hawk your projection any willing depression with attendant grave consequences. Keeping parallel wives is one expensive distraction any responsible man must avoid at all costs. It is not only stupid but FATAL to entertain shimo mbaya ni ya nyoka mentality.
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