Weak spot.

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          Something just popped into my mind, that made me chuckle just a bit. No, it's not the fact that Manchester lost, and they way their fans were hyped that they would win the game.


There is a particular screenshot I saw somewhere, while I was scrolling maybe on X (Twitter), or on someone's WhatsApp status. Let me paint for you like I'm Leonardo Da Vinci, on how the conversation was. It all started out with the usual nitty gritties, asking about each other's day, the lady asked what someone's son has been upto. 


Someone's daughter was eagerly beseeching someone's son to come over to her place as soon as the guy told her, he was just chilling. I saw that conversation, and was impressed by the sheer amount of effort she was applying. She goes ahead and invites the guy over, the guy at first says he does not have fare, the lady even offers to send him fare, the guy says he will come the following day, the lady offers a movie night, the guy claims he is tired.


It goes on and on, with every offer the lady makes is met by an excuse by the guy. Someone's daughter, clearly frustrated, says it's alright, she quickly adds that she has just cooked and is washing the avocado to eat with her meal, and in a shocking turn of events, the guy says he's coming, that he is on his way. 




Guys, 

do you know how the walls of Jericho, 

came crushing down?


That's how the guys resistance to pulling up to the lady's place for a sleepover came crushing down, like high tide against a cliff, at just the mere mention of avocado being available. 


The conversation reminded me of a friend of mine, a very skilled fella, the fellas that are multi talented, you know. This friend of mine has just, but one weakness that I know of. 


It's not women, or alcohol, 

or both. 


I could let you keep guessing till kingdom come, but let me save you the trouble. 


It's pastry. 


I happen to read a lot, from Greek and Roman mythology, Achilles, to African stories, Lwanda Magere, the warrior. One thing that stands out, is even though they were such formidable forces, all that they had, their power, strength came crashing down, once their weaknesses were known. You know it's how most civilization came to be, how they expanded, and how some were unfortunately crushed, never to rise again. 


It's not just civilizations, even business negotiations rely on a game of finding out who will discover the other's weakness and exploit it. That's why as I pen this, I try as much as possible to mask my weaknesses. 

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