This morning I was thinking about what it must feel like to a black African man living in a world that has a prepackaged identity for you. I thought of how Malawian men are doing these days, how they are progressing at being men, and how all African men perform maleness. It goes without saying that being a man itself comes with a lot of social pressures. What would it be like to be told that you must always perform masculinity, that you are the superior, the provider, the rough and tough one with all the power, the one in charge? Indeed, the moment a man is born, there are so many default conflicting identities thrust upon him, and they largely derive from white male patriarchal standards of manhood. Isn’t it ironic how black men, who are rejected as inferior by white men, are still forced to conform and subscribe…