Being alive saddles the mind with the burden of not just one but a miscellany of thoughts. A cluttering cluster of concerns that summon us to silent musings. 

Today, I caught myself thinking how terribly tired I am of this single life. I kid you not, the older one gets, the lonelier life becomes. Bro! I tell you, it is quiet, the kind that leaves echoes that bounce off the wall of a house that doesn't feel like home. It is so quiet that companionship becomes the true quest. 

Marriage, upon deeper thoughts, is to a large extent the salvation of the soul which otherwise would be locked in the drab and blandness of life without a significant other, or, so I think. 

I mean, how does one get home from a day heavy with the weight of a thousand workloads only to be welcomed by the silence — just silence. You pick your phone, maybe, just maybe social media would step up to fill the shoes of a companion but it same old, same old. 

It is on this premise, ladies and gentlemen, that I submit, based on evidence of present reality that indeed man should, matteroffactly, get married.