SETTLING DISPUTES – THE PERUVIAN WAY

via MAN UP, STOP BEING SUCH A COWARD !

I know many of you were bewildered by the suggestions in my last post. I don’t advocate violence, but look at it this way – would you rather have a dispute nipped in the bud immediately or have a dispute drag on for centuries? You would all probably opt for the former. The thing is- if you can’t approach a man directly to talk things out face-to-face and come up with an amicable solution, why not face off in the ring? Why have a family feud or a game of vengeance that may result in the loss of life? Why lower yourself to a level where you speak ill of people or attempt to taint their reputation?

Talking things out doesn’t always yield the results we hope for, leaving many with a sour taste in the mouth. The consequence of this is that it influences their behaviour, affecting the way they act towards a particular person. Why hold onto grudges? Why allow those feelings to consume you? It’s always better to forgive and move on with your life, but when that fails to materialise, what then? Forgiveness is always the key to having peace in your life but not all people were created the same, and not all people think alike. Fighting will hurt you physically, but with time, you WILL heal. The damage you can do with your mouth is way worse and hurts people in unimaginable ways – with its effects lingering long after being uttered. On top of that, it may even end up hurting those whom you have no intention of harming (“the ripple effect”).

People tend to consider boxing or fighting as being savage and brutal. They tend to associate it with the ways of  “uncivilized”, “uncultured” people. Why though? Are you honestly telling me that there hasn’t been a time in your life where you were required to fight?  How do you know that you will never be in a situation where fighting will be the only choice you have? to defend yourself, your family or your family’s honour? Being a person who has always been a great admirer of boxing and the art of fighting, I consider this sort of narrow-minded thinking to be an insult to a truly great sport. It is artistry in motion, it is methodical, tactical and an art form based on intelligence. In all its brutality – there’s gracefulness, the fluidity of movement, respect, and a true test of resilience and strength. The above approach to dispute resolution may sound ignorant and one which lacks any practical application, but let us look at the way things are done in Peru.

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Young gun putting this towering competitor to sleep in the middle of the arena. “Night night!”

When people think about Christmas, they think about Santa Claus, the Gingerbread Man, stockings being hung above the fireplace and the traditional Christmas tree that gets decorated by the family. Haha, not in Peru my friend! Each year on the 25th of December, communities gather and beat the living daylights out of each other to settle old grudges or tension that built up over the year. These celebrations are, of course, shadowed by dancing, music, bright coloured clothing and the support of family. On the day of Takanakuy, entire Towns/communities gather in sporting arenas to watch fellow members of the community slug it out. People of all ages partake in the festivities including women, children and even the elderly. Don’t judge a book by its cover, some of these old folks pack a mean punch – what did you expect from someone who lived a hard life of struggle and pain? They’re hard as nails yo. One thing I’ve noticed is that no matter how a person ages, their power is always there. They may lose stamina and speed, but give these folks half a chance and they’ll hand you a first-class ticket to Dreamland. If you don’t believe me, ask any boxer who faced George Foreman after he decided to come out of retirement to challenge on the professional stage– getting hit by this behemoth was like getting hit by a ten-ton truck! He returned to boxing at the ripe age of 40, against all odds, to reclaim the heavyweight title; battling athletes half his age. He was 46 years of age when he was crowned heavyweight Champion for the second time in his career, becoming the oldest man to hold the title; defeating Michael Moorer (aged 26) by knockout.

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Peruvian Dames coming out swinging

Anyway, back to the event known as Takanakuy –

Loosely translated, Takanakuy in Quechua (the local language of the region) means, “when the blood is boiling”. This word doesn’t necessarily reflect the true nature of this day of celebration. The event is mainly about family, togetherness, love and having a great time. Sure, there is aggression and flying kicks but the procession is controlled & principles, fair. As far as striking is concerned, anything goes. You may punch, kick, elbow, knee & headbutt an opponent. Although biting, attacking a person when they are on the ground and pulling hair is forbidden. The winner is selected based upon a knockout or intervention by the official, who carries a whip with him for crowd control (“Get yo ass outta here!!!”😏 ). If there is disagreement from the side of the loser regarding the decision of the match official, he/she is entitled to appeal the decision. Another fight is held soon thereafter to cast aside all doubt. Listen to this – It is tradition and mandatory for each fight to end and begin with either a hug or a handshake. How’s that for sportsmanship?

At the end of it all, everybody goes home happy having released all that built-up tension. Things mellow down, they talk, they dance and spend the rest of the day with their loved ones.

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MAN UP, STOP BEING SUCH A COWARD !

There are some things I absolutely love about the “old school” when men could be men & when they settled their differences like it. Things were simple – where the terms Mano e mano, “fair-go” and “toe-to-toe” actually meant something. For all the shade we throw at the old-timers, they had a lot more to be proud of than many of the weaklings today.

Nowadays, the change in men’s demeanour & approach is noticeable and I just can’t explain why. Why has there been such a drastic change? We have a thousand and one genders (more than a person can humanly keep track of) with guys who look & act like high school girls – I guess it would be more fitting for us to refer to them as women. Like honestly, how can today’s women even be attracted to these gossiping, invertebrate, sorry excuses for men who are more weak & cowardly than Shaggy from Scooby-Doo.

I look at all these young kids who idolise the fools they see on the television who have created this false impression of what their lives actually entail – Hip-hop artists who glorify the gang life without truly knowing what it is about. Why would they look up to people whose ideals are based on materialism, over-indulgence and putting up a front, as if it hides their insecurities? This social media age has made it all the more simple to create a false image, spitting poison whilst hiding behind a keyboard as if that exhibits any bravery.

I miss the days when men could settle their difference in the way they were meant to. It wasn’t too complicated – Two combatants raised their fists, slugged it out in a vicious but controlled way until one man was left standing. Amidst all the brutality & anger, there was understanding and respect. Even then, the battle was over as soon as one man couldn’t rise to his feet without the need for constant retaliation or calling “back-up”/”back-stop” to settle the grudge. We left it all on the field of battle without the fear , hanging over our heads, of being shot at the very next day . Like the late Pops from Friday said, “You win some, you lose some but you live… you live to fight another day”. We resorted to classic one-on-one brawls & it was beautiful.

No need for bad-mouthing your enemy, no need for starting dumb ass rumours or formulating a Garrison of accomplices to mercilessly beat a single person. Honestly, there’s just no honour in that. I have no respect for people who gang up on a person to inflict pain upon them. To put the cherry on the top, they still gloat about partaking in such a cowardly act as if that proves anything at all about their manliness or superiority.  If anything, it just shows how weak & co-dependent they really are. How about lining up one-by-one? It’s a whole different story now, isn’t it? Just remember, a real man fights his own battles and will never rely on others to take a stand. Men have forgotten who they are, those innate animal instincts which drive them & their lineage of true warriors, who fought & died by the code. If you would like to fight or have a personal vendetta against another man, do it old school & stop being a little bitch. 

 

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