Before I begin, here’s a picture of a lovely rose growing in my garden because I felt my ovaries shrinking with the mere thought of writing about masculinity. I know I could have gone closer and tried to get it clearer, but you don’t have many options with an old point-and-shoot, do you?
Now everybody, lookie heeyah and say ‘awww!’
Good. Now sing with me …
Macho, macho man
I’ve got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man
I’ve got to be a macho!
Every man ought to be a macho macho man,
To live a life of freedom, machos make a stand,
Have their own life style and ideals,
Possess the strength and confidence, life’s a steal,
You can best believe that he’s a macho man
He’s a special person in anybody’s land.
For the past two decades women in Uganda have openly and actively been in search of their identity. In a fast changing world in which men are no longer the sole breadwinners, women are presidents and the glass ceiling is being shattered daily. My female folk and I have more options than ever. We can choose to stay at home or our careers can become our lives. Although cultural norms are still strong, more Ugandan women are opting not to have children and are making bold decisions on inheritance, property and progress.
However someone didn’t pass that memo to men.
