Manhood
Unplug and Reconnect: Father's Day Gifts for the Nature-First Dad
Few experiences match watching your dad’s face light up when he opens a gift that speaks to his passions. For fathers who find peace in wilderness adventures and connection in natural spaces, Father’s Day presents the perfect opportunity to support their love of the outdoors. This year, skip the predictable tie or coffee mug. Instead, choose gifts that encourage dad to unplug from screens and reconnect with what matters—the natural world that calls to him. Here are six thoughtful options for the nature-loving father in your life.
By Tess DiNapoli11 months ago in Men
7 Masculine Traits That Are Slowly Going Into Extinction
There was a time, not too long ago, when the idea of a man in our African communities was carved with honour, calm, and a deep sense of responsibility. Masculinity wasn’t loud—it was steady. It wasn’t in the biceps, it was in the backbone. Our fathers and grandfathers weren’t perfect, but many of them held certain values that stood taller than any skyscraper.
By malik raid11 months ago in Men
The Weight of Light
The first time Jora saw the sun, she was twelve years old, and it was already dying. Her mother had dragged her to the Surface, violating every law of the Under-City, their home buried deep beneath the frozen crust of a world that had forgotten warmth. The air above ground bit Jora’s lungs like shattered glass, and the sky hung low and bruised, a sickly indigo smeared with ash. But there, on the horizon—a sliver of molten gold, bleeding through the clouds.
By Ramjanul Haque Khandakar11 months ago in Men
5 Misconceptions About Manhood I Learnt The Hard Way
I was born two months earlier than my mates. I couldn’t wait to see the face of the beautiful woman that incubated me. I must have spoken to her every day from the womb, whispering all my dreams and fears, eager to feel the warmth of her arms around me.
By malik raid12 months ago in Men
Buried, But Still Breathing. AI-Generated.
Tatenda was born where the red earth kisses the soles of barefoot boys, where the wind carries the scent of sadza and smoke, and the sun teaches patience by the way it scorches everything that stands too still. He was named Tatenda — "we are thankful" — by a grandmother who prayed in whispers and believed names could shape destinies.
By Novias Siambizi12 months ago in Men
