As I sat down to untangle my after-wash hair yesterday, I was reminded of the first time I had gotten rebonding done in my hair.
It was the summer of 2015, exactly 11 years ago today. I had sent a picture of myself from salon to all my sisters.
My elder nephew, who was about to turn 8 in a few months, sent me a voice note from my sister’s phone that I remember to date, “Hey Masi, looking good, looking really really good.”
I was so amused by the joy and emotion he had, especially at “really really”.
Now that he is going to turn 19 in a few months, I don’t know where did we lose his emotion.
Where did we lose the emotion, the empathy, the ability to praise something for what it is, the ability to call something out for what it is.
I know he is a teenager now, going through his own physical and life changes together, but somewhere I also believe we as a species are also responsible for creating men who don’t feel anymore.
He is still a nice guy, I’d never contest that. But he has become like most men I know — dispassionate, who might never bat an eyelid before jumping off a cliff but remain seated in their closet of concealed emotions forever.
If you are a man reading this, may you please figure out a way to express yourself. It does not make you less of a man. It only makes more men and women respect you for tuning into yourself.
In a world of AI, we need more humans. Oh wait, we have needed humans always.