Flattery will get you everywhere
Flattery will get you everywhere. Yes, adulation has the power to unleash opportunities beyond your imagination.
By Sebidde Kiryowa
Flattery will get you everywhere. Yes, adulation has the power to unleash opportunities beyond your imagination. Adulation will melt a heart of stone and the stone-coldest will yield to this abundance of natural charm. The impact of flattery on the human psyche is truly remarkable.
The old belief that praising people unduly to get something works with much older women is not true. In fact, in my own experience it is quite the opposite. Again, the art is not just confined to women but spreads out to all human folk.
Paying genuine compliments to people would be okay but the practice is often abused. Everyone of us would like to hear something nice about ourselves. It is a human weakness! From a piece of work we have done, a shade of lipstick we have worn, a dress or tie to the way we walk! It feels good and reassuring when someone leaps out with an exalting one-liner however dingy it might be.
I have never been one to resist a great-looking woman. I think that a beautiful woman is like a flower – a colourful display of magnificence that makes us feel proud to be here. A woman is a noble creature that needs to treated with gallantry; spoilt for all her loveliness.
I might not be much of an expert but I do know what I know. A sexy sister with a stacked body will always be reason enough for me to crane my neck and cast a glance. Perhaps even a second. They always do things to my body, those kind of women.
But unlike fellows I know downtown who will stretch their hands to feel or with intent to (sometime they get smacked right in the face before that investigative hand finds its target), I prefer to express my gratitude to mother nature another way. It is a skill I have worked on over time and it works perfectly for me. No risks of sexual harassment suits. Yet I get to relieve the testosteronal pressure that builds up from this sort of encounter.
I say exactly what I feel and the sisters, well, they take it any way they please. Since I’m never offensive, preferring instead to inject a substantial dose of charm in there, I have never been smacked in the face.
This way, I have seen the most unfeeling and heartless of sisters blush (or attempt to do so) at some of my comments. A very pleasant and (I believe) bona fide “Thanks†is usually all the response I get. They also usually giggle a little and say something about how they like me for ‘speaking my mind’ or how lucky the woman who bore me must be.
Now, I see that troubled look on your face. But wait a minute. It’s not what you think. I must clarify here that in no way do I take these ladies or their responses for granted. No one, and I mean no body who has ever been paid a compliment by me should take it they were duped in any way.
Matter of fact, mine are heart-felt impressions. I say only that which I cannot help feeling and, most importantly, I’m not trying to get anything from them. Let’s just say, I get as much a kick out of it as the recipients of my generous compliments do. What could probably be wrong with deriving pleasure from making others feel better? Sue me if you think otherwise.
However, flattery if mustered to detail, can be a powerful tool of manipulation. There is a fine line between flattery and deception. Some people use them interchangeably while others will often cross the line.
Sometimes though, flattery can be used so subtly you would not know what to make of it. What do you make of a car salesman or mutembeyi (hawker). These, like the people in boutiques or downtown St. Balikudembe market, are usually so suave in their marketing gimmicks you would be caught right in the middle.
There is something about flattery that beats the mind. You know this person is not being entirely honest with you, but cannot resist that all too electrifying sensation inside. And of course, it works magic when applied to the opposite sex. This is what the salespeople capitalise on. Hence, a woman attempting to sell you (as a man) a pair of shoes will use only those accolades she considers endearing enough to attract a man.
“Mukwano, jangu tulabe(Come over here dear),†she will call out. Note that the operational word here is Mukwano (“dearâ€).
If you look young enough to be her son, she will you instantly christen you mutabani (son) and convince you that she is selling you the trousers at the lowest price because you are just that – her mutabani! Another might add spice to sugar by reminding you that you bear such an uncanny resemblance to her son who works in the Post Office.
Once the ice has been broken and she has warmed her way into your heart, she will sell you the item at a whopping sh3,000 higher than the normal price, and yet, leave you smiling to yourself as she hurls more praises in your wake.
But, perhaps, the most sinister use yet of flattery is in the field of matters of the heart. Girls use it to get to much older lovers and vice-versa. I know this sly and foxy she-devil called Alexia. She is as cunning as they come. She knows what she wants and relentlessly but tactfully applies flattery in doses to get at it. As a college student, her main target is the working class.
Alexia is well aware that much older men, just like women, are usually shaky in the self-esteem department. That is especially if they are undergoing a mid-life crisis.
So, she starts to work her magic. She will not call him “daddy†because it reminds him of his village belle Nabweteme. So, she will go for the groovy “sweetie†or whatever it is she figures will melt his heart faster.
Usually, Alexia’s flattery effectively finds it’s target and she has never fallen short of victims. There is always one more fool waiting up in the queue.
Flattery will get you everywhere. Yes, adulation has the power to unleash opportunities beyond your imagination. Adulation will melt a heart of stone and the stone-coldest will yield to this abundance of natural charm. The impact of flattery on the human psyche is truly remarkable.
The old belief that praising people unduly to get something works with much older women is not true. In fact, in my own experience it is quite the opposite. Again, the art is not just confined to women but spreads out to all human folk.
Paying genuine compliments to people would be okay but the practice is often abused. Everyone of us would like to hear something nice about ourselves. It is a human weakness! From a piece of work we have done, a shade of lipstick we have worn, a dress or tie to the way we walk! It feels good and reassuring when someone leaps out with an exalting one-liner however dingy it might be.
I have never been one to resist a great-looking woman. I think that a beautiful woman is like a flower – a colourful display of magnificence that makes us feel proud to be here. A woman is a noble creature that needs to treated with gallantry; spoilt for all her loveliness.
I might not be much of an expert but I do know what I know. A sexy sister with a stacked body will always be reason enough for me to crane my neck and cast a glance. Perhaps even a second. They always do things to my body, those kind of women.
But unlike fellows I know downtown who will stretch their hands to feel or with intent to (sometime they get smacked right in the face before that investigative hand finds its target), I prefer to express my gratitude to mother nature another way. It is a skill I have worked on over time and it works perfectly for me. No risks of sexual harassment suits. Yet I get to relieve the testosteronal pressure that builds up from this sort of encounter.
I say exactly what I feel and the sisters, well, they take it any way they please. Since I’m never offensive, preferring instead to inject a substantial dose of charm in there, I have never been smacked in the face.
This way, I have seen the most unfeeling and heartless of sisters blush (or attempt to do so) at some of my comments. A very pleasant and (I believe) bona fide “Thanks†is usually all the response I get. They also usually giggle a little and say something about how they like me for ‘speaking my mind’ or how lucky the woman who bore me must be.
Now, I see that troubled look on your face. But wait a minute. It’s not what you think. I must clarify here that in no way do I take these ladies or their responses for granted. No one, and I mean no body who has ever been paid a compliment by me should take it they were duped in any way.
Matter of fact, mine are heart-felt impressions. I say only that which I cannot help feeling and, most importantly, I’m not trying to get anything from them. Let’s just say, I get as much a kick out of it as the recipients of my generous compliments do. What could probably be wrong with deriving pleasure from making others feel better? Sue me if you think otherwise.
However, flattery if mustered to detail, can be a powerful tool of manipulation. There is a fine line between flattery and deception. Some people use them interchangeably while others will often cross the line.
Sometimes though, flattery can be used so subtly you would not know what to make of it. What do you make of a car salesman or mutembeyi (hawker). These, like the people in boutiques or downtown St. Balikudembe market, are usually so suave in their marketing gimmicks you would be caught right in the middle.
There is something about flattery that beats the mind. You know this person is not being entirely honest with you, but cannot resist that all too electrifying sensation inside. And of course, it works magic when applied to the opposite sex. This is what the salespeople capitalise on. Hence, a woman attempting to sell you (as a man) a pair of shoes will use only those accolades she considers endearing enough to attract a man.
“Mukwano, jangu tulabe(Come over here dear),†she will call out. Note that the operational word here is Mukwano (“dearâ€).
If you look young enough to be her son, she will you instantly christen you mutabani (son) and convince you that she is selling you the trousers at the lowest price because you are just that – her mutabani! Another might add spice to sugar by reminding you that you bear such an uncanny resemblance to her son who works in the Post Office.
Once the ice has been broken and she has warmed her way into your heart, she will sell you the item at a whopping sh3,000 higher than the normal price, and yet, leave you smiling to yourself as she hurls more praises in your wake.
But, perhaps, the most sinister use yet of flattery is in the field of matters of the heart. Girls use it to get to much older lovers and vice-versa. I know this sly and foxy she-devil called Alexia. She is as cunning as they come. She knows what she wants and relentlessly but tactfully applies flattery in doses to get at it. As a college student, her main target is the working class.
Alexia is well aware that much older men, just like women, are usually shaky in the self-esteem department. That is especially if they are undergoing a mid-life crisis.
So, she starts to work her magic. She will not call him “daddy†because it reminds him of his village belle Nabweteme. So, she will go for the groovy “sweetie†or whatever it is she figures will melt his heart faster.
Usually, Alexia’s flattery effectively finds it’s target and she has never fallen short of victims. There is always one more fool waiting up in the queue.