Feminism! A closet that needs cleaning.

The sun seems to be rocking every inch of my capillaries. My mind has indeed been melted and socked by it. One rock however still stands firm in it.Feminism.
Robin hood once said that, I feel that ‘man-hating’ is an honorable and viable political act, that the oppressed have a right to class-hatred against the class that is oppressing them. I have to agree that this statement holds some truth, however one thing forgotten in the statement was that  often the  oppressed find in the oppressors their model of 'manhood.' Could this be what is leading to radical feminism?
The discussion on feminism and whether really the toxic feminists stand for the core values of feminism is one that has stood the test of time and if this discussion is not brought to an end, the whole society might end up getting poisoned.
I see a society where men resent women and women in return want nothing to do with men. A society where test tube babies are the order of the day and babymaking is a booming business in the city centre. This thin line that no one is really taking a bold step to challenge is slowly getting faint and its manifestations are slowly piling up in social media platforms.
From inception, the core values of feminism had been and still are to uplift the girlchild from a disadvantaged position in the society. The girlchild was deprived of opportunities to get education and ideally was just sent into marriage when one seemed to be ripe enough. The society saw everything wrong in these acts and able men as well as women took their time to champion for this gender. A gender tossed out in the open and left to be used and even overused by every Tom, John, Dick and Harry. I have to say the society was whack back then and the fight for equality for both sexes was in order.
The roof that was set up so firmly has over time rusted. It might be a case of many cooks spoiling the broth or rather just the roof providing suitable conditions for its leaking, either way the roof is still leaking.
Self proclaimed modern day feminists have gone from championing for equality of sexes to demeaning the other gender. Man hating is their new hidden agenda and they are slowly but surely taking the rest of the flock with them. They want to take the society back ti where it was only this time the female gender in dominanation. In such a civilised world I'd say this is a henious act with evil intentions written all ovee it which will come back to haunt its perpetrators as us the castigators will take our seats, sip our tea and watch them wallow in their poison.
I stand corrected, but maybe its time we got back to upholding feminism and its core values.
All in all, Shoot your shot and let it hit the nail on the head, however don't despise the nail when it defends itself.

LITTLE lost SoUL in WRONGai

If at all you cherish your life as much as I do then you'd probably not want to make your way to Wrongai especially on a Friday night. The alarm that comes with the name is all that is wrong about the place. Maybe I am just a young paranoid male student in his early twenties who is afraid to lose it all cause of the love of a party night down the diaspora.
Its probably around 10 on a hot Saturday morning when i get up at a friend's place. I can feel the surge of pain through my body and especially around my puny test. The sun rays are already striking hard on my face and I can't seem to recollect how or even why I'm there. Staggering out of bed, I bump on a huge mirror on the warddobe door and believe you me the mask of a face that I possess tells it all. The night must have been long!
Having just resumed the semester, my two long time highschool friends decided to attend a denim party that was being held in a club down at the diaspora. Just from the name and the little knowledge I had about the place, I for sure knew that this would be the night of nights with lots of campus girls and loud music crisscrossing my senses intermittently.
As tradition dictated, we had to get ourselves in the mood first before we boarded a matatu down there and which better way to do this but have ourselves drowning deep in whiskey. What we didn't know was that our choice of drink would hunt us down. Down to the ground and maybe, just maybe 6 feet under it.
In the company of another highshool friend( maybe one day I'll give you a story on him), the four of us carried our drunk selves to board a matatu. The matatus headed down that way are well known for their booming music and the one we boarded didn't disappoint. If you've never boarded a matatu drunk then get it from me that its the most satisfying of feelings.
The next thing I knew, we were being ruffled up by policemen probably because we were urinating just by the roadside. Yeah, three grown men unable to get hold of their bladders in a particularly erie night down in Wrongai. Being at least a little sobered up by the arrest I was able to put a price tag on the officer who had me and he let me loose, little did I know that I was freeing myself up for the pack, the pack of wolves. For my friends, the next I heard of them was that they were seen singing joyously to songs of praise and worship as they took an oath of honour before a man of God to never taste the forbidden drink.
Well, as for myself, i went to the club ready for the night of my life. Jumping up and about the dancefloor and pouncing on any lady who was willing to give me a dance, I was surely enjoying myself. What i didn't know was that the time bomb was ticking and sooner rather than later, an explosion was about to wreck me up. 
I was approached by about two boys about a year or two younger than me who wanted to steal a phone that i didn't have.Seconds later, the narrative had changed and a phone that had been lost during the night was being pinned on me. I don't how or even why but I was now the phone thief.
It was now too late to save myself, blows were already flying from left to right on my face. Gideon boots and timberlands were all I could feel stumping on my chest and kicking the blood out of my nose and mouth. To wail or just to take it in as a man is what I didn't know, but one thing was for sure, it had been a dreadful night in WRONGAI!