Every Man U meets its Barcelona
Jun 05, 2009
The humbling of Manchester United by Barcelona at the European Championship did not surprise me. I have seen many girls who thought their beauty was unsurpassable and men who imagined their wealth was indomitable.
The humbling of Manchester United by Barcelona at the European Championship did not surprise me. I have seen many girls who thought their beauty was unsurpassable and men who imagined their wealth was indomitable. They loaded their might over everybody in all manner of pride and arrogance till they met their match on a public, well broadcast and officiated contest.
And they fled, kind of tail-between-legs. The same is applying to the new generation caucus throwing rotten eggs at the marriage institution. Granted, marriage may be seen by many as a raw deal for women folk. Most smells that come from the institution may not be inspiring. And as we evolve into a gender equality disposition generally, we are getting many women who, because they know their rights, cannot handle the traditional marriage. I have seen many who have come to a conclusion that single and independent is the best marital status for life. They preach with such conviction and charisma that calling them champions becomes right. Then they disappear for a few months only to surface under the armpit of some guy they will introduce as their husband. When you get chance to smuggle your whisper into their ears about what happened to the staunch anti-marriage stand, they will concede that they met their match.
Look at the pastors, the men of God. They chase away devils from wherever they imagine them to be and become the self appointed custodians of God’s blessing. They slowly build in their followers an impression of holiness, scaring friend and foe with an impeccable character to emulate. They take most of their local trophies till some Barcelona guy passes by with a tight bum. Their homosexual tendencies flood their veins and before long, they are in a stadium running away from homosexual accusations.
Never be scared therefore by people matching under banners of unconquered warriors. From Nebuchadnezzar through Julius Caesar, Alexander the great, Napoleon, to Hitler and later, Amin, Obote, Mobutu, Smith, Bortha … every Man U has met its Barca. Even when you look at empires like the Ottoman, Roman, British, USSR and the Bacwezi, whatever is hot becomes cold soon or later.
So, if that lady you professed your love to looked at you with the look Mwonda reserves for the Parliamentary vetting committee, don’t run for the hills. Right now, she may be genuinely thinking you are a team of boys she can brush aside with four goals. Work on your profile and constitute yourself into some sort of Barcelona. And if you still want her trophy, invite her to Roma and display your talents. Whatever is unassailable today will look like porridge when the right time, strategy and conviction are in place.
Even for the husband who is behaving like the super alpha male, openly dating girls and telling you how pale you have become, time comes when he takes over the fading button and you will find yourself in a position to thrash him two goals to nil.
So, in whatever strong position you find yourself while dating, in marriage, family or life in general, be magnanimous and desist from the temptation of feeling so indispensable.
Remember, every Man U eventually meets its Barca.
Amen?
Amen!
And they fled, kind of tail-between-legs. The same is applying to the new generation caucus throwing rotten eggs at the marriage institution. Granted, marriage may be seen by many as a raw deal for women folk. Most smells that come from the institution may not be inspiring. And as we evolve into a gender equality disposition generally, we are getting many women who, because they know their rights, cannot handle the traditional marriage. I have seen many who have come to a conclusion that single and independent is the best marital status for life. They preach with such conviction and charisma that calling them champions becomes right. Then they disappear for a few months only to surface under the armpit of some guy they will introduce as their husband. When you get chance to smuggle your whisper into their ears about what happened to the staunch anti-marriage stand, they will concede that they met their match.
Look at the pastors, the men of God. They chase away devils from wherever they imagine them to be and become the self appointed custodians of God’s blessing. They slowly build in their followers an impression of holiness, scaring friend and foe with an impeccable character to emulate. They take most of their local trophies till some Barcelona guy passes by with a tight bum. Their homosexual tendencies flood their veins and before long, they are in a stadium running away from homosexual accusations.
Never be scared therefore by people matching under banners of unconquered warriors. From Nebuchadnezzar through Julius Caesar, Alexander the great, Napoleon, to Hitler and later, Amin, Obote, Mobutu, Smith, Bortha … every Man U has met its Barca. Even when you look at empires like the Ottoman, Roman, British, USSR and the Bacwezi, whatever is hot becomes cold soon or later.
So, if that lady you professed your love to looked at you with the look Mwonda reserves for the Parliamentary vetting committee, don’t run for the hills. Right now, she may be genuinely thinking you are a team of boys she can brush aside with four goals. Work on your profile and constitute yourself into some sort of Barcelona. And if you still want her trophy, invite her to Roma and display your talents. Whatever is unassailable today will look like porridge when the right time, strategy and conviction are in place.
Even for the husband who is behaving like the super alpha male, openly dating girls and telling you how pale you have become, time comes when he takes over the fading button and you will find yourself in a position to thrash him two goals to nil.
So, in whatever strong position you find yourself while dating, in marriage, family or life in general, be magnanimous and desist from the temptation of feeling so indispensable.
Remember, every Man U eventually meets its Barca.
Amen?
Amen!