This is the opening essay in my Texas reporting series on the offline spaces trying to reach boys and men before the manosphere does. In the coming days, I’ll go deeper into each one: the school, the mentorship group, the church, and the ranch. I became a man in a slum in Yaoundé. Not metaphorically. Not gradually. I mean in the old way, with ritual, witnesses, fear, and consequence. At seven, I counted down the days to my circumcision with small sticks hidden in my schoolbag.