I.J. Kalia on Men's Corner

An invisible balance sheet has been passed down to us from generations to generations on how we ought to live and measure standard of success as a man. A lot is going on in the minds of this fraction of human race that meets the eye. Being a man is not easy in this age. I tell you, it's quite easier to be a man few generations ago. Then a man is expected to provide a home, acquire a farmland and marry as many wives as he can. These wives in turn help cultivate his farmlands, raise his children, and a bowl of meal is expected to be ready for him when he comes home.   The men of olds live like lions in a pride. Their function is to defend the domain, have little or nothing to do with raising kids and kitchen. You’ll agree with me that, in today's world, the more wives a man takes, the nearer he gets to the grave. In most families today, women earns better than men. As a man, you literally, have nothing to show to a woman; talk about cars, money, house, education etc. most ...

It’s no longer a strange news that men lead more violative than women; both as the perpetrators and victims, men are more likely to be murdered and most likely the perpetrators of violent crimes. In fact, the common areas where women are victims of violence more than men are in the area domestic abuse and sexual assault. The world is evolving so fast and society in general is becoming more unfavorable to the men that most men question their masculinity and think the best and only medium to prove your masculinity is to resolve to violence. And this idea has driven most into joining gangs and into all sorts of violent acts. Some see women (their spouse) as the cause of the problem and pounces on them at the slightest opportunity with the feeble conception to show her who the man truly is. This notion is entirely wrong, violence is never the answer.       I think the society and the world at large is not be directly blamed for the ceaseless violence befalling and resid...

 Bespeak of Her Wisdom My phone went bleak on her call and my heart creaks to the walls of distance towering between my future and now; but in cold absence of humor, the lips grin to the bespeak of her antique wisdom.  I.J. Kalia

Guilt and misery opened the doors to angry skies and I cry, cry to make it right but, alone, I failed as things became worse at the feet of black Kings. Fattened by lies living off the wounded soul of a country in its darkest Chapters but then I hold onto a thread of hope for it's the only thing that will carry her through © I.J. Kalia

The man came home a little late, rushed to the kitchen, checked on empty pots. he'd drove pass bars and restaurants for he knew she's home. he was so hungry and his stomach hurts She said, hey, darling, what are you looking for? if you want something to eat go find yourself something nice for I'm so tired I couldn't eat His jaw dropped in awe as she said, darling, I'm so tired I forgot I'm a dame. my boss asked much from me, today and tomorrow might be worse, for that's his aim. The country man shook his head and said hey, darling, hey woman this is Nigeria you'd better get your bum up and go fix what I'd eat for this is Nigeria She jumped from her bed mumbling words in the kitchen doing what she's able even as she's tired, she had to hasten up before the countryman falls asleep while watching cable.    Countryman's story at the bar ©  I.J. Kalia  

~Another woman’s bliss~   The champagne flute clinks   upon a breezy friday night untamed heart at the edge of adventure with a warm sinister smile after a few awkward gulps and empty promises of debauchery at the palace of frivolity  I got into her emotions in a blink of an eye heart made from stone and clay surrounded by great walls of fear and cold wind of rejection Her cold tsunami of tears had swear the loyalty of her love she's just a lost soft spirit yearning for a heaven of her own at the threshold of another woman's bliss.                                                                      ...