See the World Through My Eyes

The Play Pen

This week I introduce to you Asaph Bryan Change, probably one of the most creative and sick minds I have come across. If you ever feel the need to have a disgusting conversation about mucus and bathroom soap scum he’s your guy. On a more serious note, I have to admit he is a brilliant writer on relationships and everything else. I just hope what he writes won’t land him in any trouble. Finally, I have to say that the opinions herein do not necessarily represent anyone’s belief in particular but just one of the major global challenges.

By Asaph Bryan Change
A story is often told of love and the forever after that falls in place, and my question always seeks answers to why we are blinded from the false front of this ‘pairs’ I see around looking like they’ve been squeezed out of those love stories we read about. Another question that I at times ask myself is whether this two find full fulfillment in each other or do they individually face greed in the face and seduce it into eating them alive. Allow me to explain.

Men have for many years, faced scrutiny for being generous with their attention to the sometimes unaware and most of the time willing members of the beautiful opposite gender; but what has come to the attention of the current error which I regret to be identified with is the emerging population of women who have joined the sport men have been playing for a long while. It’s been called the pay-back-time retribution, what he can do she can do better; but what I strongly believe is that it’s a pure case of something that has always existed. She didn’t just wake up one day and decide to hit back, she has been equally generous with herself since memorial in time.

We have faithful men out there priding in relationships they think grow groomed in reliance, but what he’s subconsciously exposed to is the painful fact that his spouse reigns in the wide selection of men who don’t have to cater for material or emotional needs, she has them just for the aimless reason men see the need to look back into the toilet seat after a lengthy session just before they flash. Nothing.

Men, face it – she’s just more gifted than we’ll ever be in this thing here. We fail when it comes to those small things called guilt and recklessness. It comes in as soon as we get home and look at that ever-loving and welcoming face that has been doing the very same thing. We twitch in fear of her seeing what we’ve done written all over our forehead while the very same secret exists in her. We’ve done it for years, but what has been an unknown fact is that she’s done it for centuries. I’ll give you a pointer that I have noticed in the many relationships I’ve seen taking place around me. I won’t go all traditional and tell you of things you already know like she’ll stop looking you in the face when talking to you, or that she’ll start blaming you for the smallest things. Those are things she won’t need reasons to do. I’ll just lay it down plain and simple in one sad fact so you can confirm facts that I’m certain you’ve been suspecting but never quite came around to having the scrotums to confront.

The sad reality is that she’ll probably never be caught. She’s that good. I’ll give you a very familiar scenario to justify my claim, one that I once noticed some time back and got me astonished as to how closely related it is to this whole thing.

I attended my nephew’s fourth birthday party sometime last year, and as goes such functions, it was manifested by small adorable things that pleasure in junk food, toys, ample space to run around, urinating in sand-boxes and wailing uncontrollably after getting their heads wedged in the smallest of places. So there I was running after the few that I could while negotiating sanity with some that could actually stop to listen to what I had to offer, and what I noticed answered the question that has inspired this article. I stood in the middle of that play-pen with like five girls and three boys within my view, and as they went about their individual play I realized how neat these girls were compared to the boys who had dirt from their heads to their insides. The two groups clearly had different modes of achieving fun with the girls consciously opting to have their dolls within reach and surrounding neat while the boys ran round unaware of the mess they pleasured in. The way that picture bluntly resembled this edge of live left me in stitches.

Women and men both acknowledge the ecstasy of jumping into the playground every once more often, but what makes her get the upper hand is the fact that she’s neater, better planned out with her subjects within eye-view. He on the unfortunate hand is careless, handles all this ‘toys’ at once without consideration of where one will land once he throws it in the air or where he’s squirmy self is seated before he seconds later stands to resume his movement with dirt stuck on his sad behind.

You will never find out what dolls she has been dressing [and undressing]. But she will however often spot the dirt you stupidly bring home.

So call her up, ask how her day is, listen carefully to her reply because you will not pick any grime in her tone; but she’ll hear your evidently panting voice you try hold back after a time well spent on the swing.

This is what I think; she’ll never step out of the playground, for many reasons known best to her. She pleasures difference. So if you’ll seat there secretly justifying why you being the one with the acclaimed nuts to test your so called skill, take a time-out and acknowledge the reality that she’s very much in the game; only a couple of more rows head of you. She’s better at it; you’re not. She hides it best; you walk around with it under your nose. She won’t stop; you’ll always be vulnerable to being caught. In fact, you’ve been caught a couple of times if not many, right? And all this goes on while you have nothing on her. Face it.

Happily ever after to you and yours.

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11 responses

  1. Tunde

    loving the perspective. so true that she probably will never be caught and ‘she has them just for the aimless reason men see the need to look back into the toilet seat after a lengthy session just before they flash. Nothing.’
    Haha! True! JUST!

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    March 30, 2011 at 10:57 AM

  2. Am truly surprised.. tho nyc blog here..

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    March 30, 2011 at 5:04 PM

  3. Angela

    True. I like!

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    March 30, 2011 at 6:50 PM

  4. Angela

    .

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    March 30, 2011 at 7:15 PM

  5. hahaa, spot on.. guud stuff

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    April 1, 2011 at 12:31 PM

  6. Kwame Bonsu

    T.R.U.T.H!!!

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    April 1, 2011 at 1:45 PM

  7. Asaph, the above dossier makes so much sense. The truth in it is irrefutable. Us guys oftentimes wallow happily in the bullshit that is served to us by the unfairer sex. Eve fucking Adam up is testament to the manipulative prowess of the “tender” gender. We guys are, however, not complete idiots and a few possess evolved minds. I, regrettably, am not part of this elite group and have invariably plunged myself into abysmally deep shit unwittingly. I agree with your analogy though. Life is a beach, we’re all playing in the sand.

    I leave you with one of the verities King Solomon observed: “There is a way that seems wise to a man, but in the end it leads to death” – Proverbs 14:12

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    April 1, 2011 at 2:39 PM

  8. asaphchange

    I wouldn’t have put it any better myself Edwin. Traces of their manipulation is evidently traced from the genesis of humanity, and their devotion to keep this reference relevant has continued to dominate though out generations. I agree, not all men fall in this bracket in the “sand”, but you do agree a majority proudly curry this crown unaware of their foolishness. It’s unfortunate not many of us live to fully appreciate or relate to Proverbs 18:22.

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    April 1, 2011 at 2:55 PM

  9. It was good to see you today, Brian. Solomon would be proud of you having found a good thing and may the LORD reward you (and your readers, including yours truly) with many more playmates. Amen.

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    April 1, 2011 at 7:37 PM

  10. Oh. bemogul and EdwinAbuga are the same person.

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    April 1, 2011 at 7:41 PM

  11. Mukishan

    Ican not agree more to the literal truth penned down with reference to the play pen. The protagonists, being the wiser ones play their cards close to their bosoms while the antagonists in all their bravado and minutive machismo and minds display all the tricks of their card games unwittingly. Its a cry out. But one thing that has come to the fore is that this game has been played since days of yore and thus if not genetic in genesis then the foolishness of men due to constant repetition, is a consequence of the environment and the same applies to the wisdom of the lasses. My point is, that the status quo shall remain as is. Does it lead us men to the brink of precipice and women to the thrones of domineering? Only time will elucidate. Thank you Asaph,with your cogitations, you just might be our redeemer.

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    April 5, 2011 at 10:43 AM

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