Stories of good men
But thankfully, life has brought me something I didn’t expect. The evidence that good men still exist. Men who were kind, humble, intentional. Men who showed up. Men who healed instead of hurt.
I saw it in my youth leader, who championed the young women he led, guiding them, cheering for them, and treating them with dignity.
I saw it in the male friends I grew up with, now becoming husbands and fathers, building homes marked by tenderness and responsibility.
I saw it in my friend’s husband, who opened their home for me to stay during a difficult season.
Watching how he loved and respected my friend gave me a front-row seat to a healthy marriage.
I saw it in my own husband, who has loved me carefully and selflessly, even when my old wounds made it harder to do so.
And I saw it in my godfather, who offered my husband and I his small studio apartment to live in while we waited for our flat to be ready – generosity without hesitation, support without condition.
Through all these men, I realised something important: Good men aren’t “gone.”
They were there.
Often quiet.
Often unseen.
Often not trending.
But they existed. The problem wasn’t extinction. It was visibility.
Good men rarely go viral. They are not dramatic. They are not chaotic. They don’t create spectacle. They show up consistently. They build slowly. They choose responsibility over applause.
And consistency doesn’t always make good headlines.
Somewhere along the way, our culture became very skilled at spotlighting male failure, and very slow at celebrating male faithfulness.
When men fail, it becomes proof that “men are the problem.”
When men love well, it’s often treated as the bare minimum.
But what if we’ve underestimated the quiet power of affirmation?
I’m not saying women are responsible for fixing men.
And I’m certainly not suggesting we excuse abuse, immaturity, or irresponsibility.
But I am asking a gentler question: If we long for good men, how are we responding when we see them?
Do we honour integrity when it appears?
Do we encourage emotional growth when it feels awkward and imperfect?
Do we create space for men to admit weakness without shaming them for it?
But what if we’ve underestimated the quiet power of affirmation?