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I speak for all men when I say this is not attractive.

I’ve always wondered this: why is light soup called “light soup”? Most soups, at least the ones I grew up around, wear their ingredients like a badge of honor. Palmnut soup announces itself boldly. Groundnut soup is unapologetically peanut. Okro soup doesn’t even try to hide its slimy star. The naming convention is straightforward: this is what’s inside the pot. And then there’s light soup. Certainly, it isn’t made from light. No one is squeezing sunbeams into a mortar. So why “light”? The most obvious explanation is that the name describes its body, its consistency. It’s brothier, looser, less committed to thickness. Fine. That makes sense. But even so, why choose to name a soup after its appearance rather than its contents? Why elevate texture over substance? Naturally, the next move is to interrogate the language. When English starts behaving suspiciously, you go back home to the local tongue to see if something got lost (or invented) in translation. In Akan, the soup is called nkrakra. In Ga, it’s aklor. Now, nowhere in nkrakra does “light” jump out and introduce itself. Or does it? Maybe the clue is in “kakra”, which means small, little, slight. If that’s our anchor, then perhaps the more faithful translation should have been “slight soup” or “little soup.” Which, admittedly, sounds like something served on a flight from Accra to Kumasi. So how did light steal its way into this conversation? Was it supposed to be slight all along, and somewhere along the colonial highway the “s” fell off the truck? Or perhaps we’re thinking about this the wrong way. There’s also nkakra nkrakra, which means “small small.” A little of this, a little of that. No pounding palm fruit for hours. No wrestling with okro’s stubborn viscosity. No grinding groundnuts into submission. Just tomatoes, pepper, onions; small small and before you know it, you have soup. Compared to the epic labor of palmnut or okro, making nkrakra feels almost breezy. Light work. This clue we can also find in the Ga word for it, aklor. Which loosely translates to “quick” or “fast fast” easy, light work. So maybe “light” isn’t about illumination. Maybe it’s about effort. About the absence of culinary drama. Or maybe it’s about all of it: texture, labor, simplicity condensed into one English word that tried its best to behave. Still, I can’t help but wonder: if we attempted to name light soup by its content, what would we call it?

The best of men are not easy men, in much the same way the best women are not easy women. Best and easy simply do not enter the same sentence. This doesn't mean all that is difficult is great, no, but all that is great is difficult - very much so. Every mediocre woman in the world has her laundry list. Right. Great. And how are you going to handle the mythical man that meets your requirements? Most have never stopped for even a second to consider this. Their presumption of their own worthiness is so innate, you cannot call them anything but conceited. The working presumption most (non-outlier) women work off is not "I need to be great enough to be worthy enough to deserve the best man" but something more like: "most men suck and are not worthy of me, therefore only the best of them deserve me." But she hasn't even developed the traits necessary to handle said greatness, as if proximity to greatness and what it demands *OF YOU AS A PERSON* is not inherently stressful regardless of gender. When it is. Very much so. Greatness is demanding of the individual who possesses it, and any in close proximity to them who would do anything meaningful with them. It is much easier to be the spouse of someone who is unremarkable, than one who is. Think of couples who get fat together, instead of in shape together: same principle. So can you even be the person that type of person would deserve and need? Probably not. Your ego and vanity generally exceeds your capacity, so what you desire in fantasy is far beyond what you can handle in reality - and it is this which is the tragedy. Your standards for men are far in excess of your standards for yourself. But without high personal standards, quite simply *you CANNOT* match the person you most desire. This is why you're always disappointed, and never really getting anywhere. In truth, if your standards for yourself are not higher than your standards for others, you are carrying an implicit belief that others are inherently more capable of greater things than you are, and therefore you don't really need to try as hard as they do because it is just not that possible for you. You may not consciously tell yourself this, but this is the snuck premise (self-belief you hold) that your behaviour reveals. This effectively makes you an unserious person to all serious people, because you don't push yourself hard enough. You are not chasing your potential. You waste yourself. This is why believing without any real special effort you are inherently enough is a very self-destructive belief. None of the greatest women you'll ever meet think they're enough, even though they're objectively better than you. They'll be in the top 1% of their gender for desirable qualities and capacities, and yet still be propelled to become better out of a stubborn belief they need to be doing more. These women don't give themselves a break. You can feel bad for them about that and coddle them and try to sabotage them with feel good acceptance language, or you can admire the type of beauty and brilliance that produces in them. I choose to do the latter. If your woman must be irrational in self-perception about her inherent quality and worth, then let her believe she is not enough rather than believe she is effortlessly wonderful, because it is only through this existential agony she will be able to escape arrogance and pursue beauty in greatness. It is the worthy man's job to convince her she is enough, and to show that to her through his love - but by the time that happens, the habits and tendencies derived from the opposite belief will be so ingrained, she gets the best of both worlds - high self-esteem AND greatness. Likewise: a woman who is convinced she is beautiful through you is more appreciative of the love you show to her, than a woman who already presumed that, because the convinced woman sees herself in a better way because of your love for her, and this change to her identity because of you in your elevation of her is highly bonding. A woman must be modest, yet confident, persistent, yet yielding. She must be a paradox in the best of ways. This is not to say a woman should not have defences or any expectations for men, because she absolutely should. Not believing you're enough shouldn't be tantamount to believing any man can have you. That too, is nonsense. You can (and should) hold men to high standards - *BUT CRUCIALLY* (and this is my major gripe) you should also be doing this for yourself, not just men - and most of you are not. This is not respectable. If you are going to be insecure and restless, it is better you apply yourself to the pursuit of greatness, than the overcompensating narcissistic belief you are some perfect queen/princess/goddess (whatever flavour of bullshit it is you tell yourself) who is great just how she is, whilst applying 0% effort to actually qualitatively improve her life. And no, complaining all the time and hoping someone else fixes it for you doesn't count either. It takes real courage to say "I will fucking earn this and do what it takes" rather than hide in your ego and say "I am inherently cute and special, and you must prove to me you're good enough for me!" Nobody worth a fuck cares about that. There is no greatness there. Nothing at all. You are just brainwashing yourself, and not even in a generatively useful way - but in an avoidant ego preserving way. You call others insecure, and look at you. You cannot even be honest with yourself. You are weak, and the truth triggers you constantly. This very post is probably triggering you right now. I already know you are looking for ways to delegitimise it, vigilantly searching for language or tone you can exploit to prevent yourself from having to actually process the implications so you can be mediocre and lazy and return to your shit life. Don't worry, I am very excellently manipulative - you will find none. Men inherently know they must prove themselves regardless of their actual ceiling potential or caliber. Far fewer women are aware of this, and so both the best and worst of men know on some level they must earn everything and prove themselves, whilst only the best of women do. This memo is for the bulk of women who don't realise it. If you are an outlier woman: this is not directed at you, and if you're not in your late-luteal phase, you will properly categorise it as such. A woman who is focused on her self-improvement in a non-bullshit manner is already an outlier - self-improvement as an industry and a space is predominantly masculine for a reason. Women's version of self-improvement is exercising for vanity (not exactly bad, but insufficient alone) and endless spiritualising and therapy language. The latter is just cathartic masturbation, as scant little gets done. You've been "in therapy" for 10 years now, Emily, and you're still a fuck up. That's 10 years of self-soothing ego bullshit with nothing to show for it other than the fact you haven't removed yourself from existence. The last good time to get real was 5 years ago. The next best time is now. Wake up. Hello. Goodbye.

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Wow! What a heart of gratitude. A very emotional scene to watch. Watching Nana Osei Korankye perform for Agya Koo Nimo, you could feel it in every note, every pause, every glance. His heart was full of thankfulness, for the man who discovered him, guided him, and opened the door for the world to hear his music. It was a performance soaked in humility, respect, and deep appreciation, and the audience could feel it too. Moments like this remind us what time truly represents. Time is not only measured but also lived, remembered, and honoured. Gratitude is a gift, God bless Nana Osei Korankye. Maybe we celebrate you like this in your old age. Piawwwwwwwww!!! Warrior King Watches

Prebirthday Session with Juliana 📸

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