Eze's Musing

Introduction Sexuality is a good gift, good in all its sense. Perversion could happen but the live wire placed within each of us is a special gift. A little distinction - men and women need different triggers to initiate the sex machinery. ‘Traditionally’ men are triggered by information from the eyes. Women are generally led by touch. The Milk-bag Theorem . The world system exploits the understanding of the masculine sexual machine to achieve her desired aims. Popular methods include: -             - Gaining brand attention by using sexually stimulating visuals -           -    Selling services through good looking maids -           -   Gaining affection by ‘display’ A significant tool used in the ploy for exploiting masculine sexuality is the female breasts. To a mind blowing extent, the sight of the breasts does a great jig in the male machinery. And that’s the m ilk-bag theorem – men respond to the sight of the breasts. The world system knows this and

When we live, we live for the expectations of all around us When we live, we come under the rules all around us But when we die, we receive freedom from all We are no longer bound by rules and expectations Till a man dies, he must answer to all his boss’ whims, She must live up to her lover’s demands, He can’t take a day off. Then he dies, and is free from them all. When you live, you must be sane and reasonable, You must put up till the last of your fiber. Have you submitted your term papers? Have you met your work target? You have to because you are alive Till a man dies, he is unable to know what is truly important; He gets no help from neighbors. He is strong and can survive. Then he dies and we realize how much we could have helped him. Why should you visit her? She is alive, so don’t intrude into her privacy Why offer to help? He is alive and has a functional mind. Then she dies and we all come visiting, breaking the privacy

I wonder how death operates. This man should not die, For in him lies a swirl pool of life. I wonder how death operates. Was I death, I would make a league – The league of men that cannot die. Men in whom lie swirl pools of life. I wonder how death operates. This man cannot die, For he has a well laid out plan. This man cannot die, Cos his vision is laid in stone. Was I death, I would make an exemption – The league of men that cannot die. Energetic men of vision and purpose Men of calling and responsibility. I wonder how death operates. He kills a man in his prime. He takes a man whose vision is laid in stone He consumes a man whose path is established. This man cannot die, For he has such good nature. This man belongs to the league – The league of men that should not die.

I had to write down my thoughts about this feeling boys have for girls. I won’t bother about what it is called. I am not writing from a detached point; I have had same for a girl. Firstly, this feeling completely sidelines logic in decision making. Secondly, it sickens the loving party when it is not mutual. I call that CROSSFIRE – Igodo loves Nedu, Nedu loves Nneoma not Igodo, Nneoma loves Guy X and Guy X loves Lady B. It is however pleasant when the love is mutual – Nedu loves Nneoma and Nneoma loves Nedu – that’s ecstasy. But why the crossfire? Why does Nedu dread the thought of closing up with Igodo? Igodo is a virtous woman and Nedu knows but why is he not closing in – Because of the flux. The fountain of Nedu’s being oscillates unexplainably for the companionship of Nneoma. He acknowledges the love of Igodo but is bound by the flux to the other lady whose love is not forth coming. The feelings between boys and girls is indeed strange. I guess the marriage co

Bukola’s hug snuffed the life out of me. It was unexpected, uncalculated, all I knew was that I was engulfed in her arms and she pressed in hard. I had offered my hands and a broad smile in my characteristic manner with all ladies but somehow (I can’t explain) she jumped that barrier and threw a hug at me, unfortunately my instinct was not to dodge. The effect of the hug was remarkable, coming at the verge of my psychological loneliness and feeling of never being considered by ladies. Nneoma had grown distant from me, and so any psychological connection I had with any human was severed. So, I was all the while on the mechanical mode of life. On the pervading feeling of never being attractive to ladies, it was because none of them ever went out of their way to just get a talk with me, and whenever I did talk, they kept it short and simple – like they didn’t want to have any dealings beyond the official. I am not talking about romantic dealings but friendship. So, getting a hug a