The good and bad thing about the internet is that once anything finds its way into the web, chances of it ever vanquishing are as good as Kajwang’s likelihood of ever mastering French. The internet never forgets. This is the one thing that socialites fail to understand when they clap their bums in front of a camera and then post the video online for everyone to see. Years later when they are all grown up and their snoopy kids find these videos and nude pictures somewhere; they will never have any moral standing to warn them to abstain from sex before marriage, or more ironic yet, to abstain from posing for nude photos.
Maura Malanga is one of those who have no qualms about whoring images of her birthday suit to the whole world for illicit fame. I single her out because she is from my campus, and before she was crowned Miss Malaika last year, she was not any more noteworthy than the next girl. After that bagging the crown, she realized that having a voluptuous backside is God’s way of telling women that the best place to hide treasure is in plain sight.
While socialites in Kenya possess this unwarranted sense of self importance, they really do not do anything other than show up in high end parties to give the men present something to think of when their women have finally lost their glint. In other worlds, say the states, socialites are either snotty scions of degenerate families, or people who too work at being popular and socially acceptable. This usually comes at the expense of meagre contribution to the society. Nicky Minaj, Paris Hilton and the Kardshians- need I say more?
Kenya has birthed a generation of girls who look up to these lassies; Miss Malanga being a particular groupie of these social cancers. Never mind that she hails from the thickest entrails of Bungoma. Three semesters into the city and she is already selling pieces of her body for little change (read; likes and retweets on social media tabloids). She, just like her peers in this dubious trade, try to sell themselves as posh, when all they portray are manikins of desperation with an acute sense of self-delusion. In her latest video, she gave us a taste of what her bum can do when her brains are not watching. In all honesty, it was not all that of a dance- merely a vibration of the backside. But let’s not act reverend here, isn’t that what we men like to watch? A little shudder of pantiless booty? At least in that interest we are reassured that we haven’t crossed over to the other side where we are aroused by fur and feathers, right?
And with that justification she would come out and say that it is the same thing every other girl in Jamaica is doing. Her little stunt just the same thing they do all over MTV Base, The Beat, Mseto East Africa and BBA. She will say that if you visited campus parties, clubs and any other youthful throwdown, people do not exactly dance salsa or tango or ndombolo or (God forbid) kwasakwasa. And you know what, she is right. My only question to her is; how many of those people take videos of themselves and post it online alongside their nude photos, in pursuit for fame? Okay other than VS baby, Pendo, Huddah and the other cronies? In her wisdom therefore, porn is just as okay because sex is an everyday thing in almost every household.
If only being a socialite would be more about being social than a public display of skin, then I would be inclined to perceive it as a viable career path. In that case, they would be no more different than TV and radio personalities. However, as it stands now, there is a thin line between them and the girls at Sabina Joy shoving their wares for sale to anyone with a good price. And sadly, for as long as they continue to store their senses at the end of their alimentary canals, they might not even notice the difference.