Sixteen Cheers For Israel

Everyone had a phobia as a child, from dreading the darkness where you would imagine silhouettes bombarding your safe haven of a bed to crawling little creatures whose bite we always assumed to be fatal. I for example, was ever fearful of thieves breaking into our house and stealing my bicycle (not that I owned one). It had little to do with the neighbourhood, more so the fictitious tales told by peers who heard them from God knows where. All in all, children are fearful creatures, and that is okay really, for whoever has nothing to fear also has nothing to love.

That is why my heart goes out to everyone in Gaza after a UN school in Gaza was attacked claiming sixteen lives. In a shameful (shameless applies too) attack by Israel, they not only targeted the Hamas they believed were in the school vicinity (these beliefs they have seem extremely justified nowadays) but sleeping children too. As a child to wake up and find scores dead and injured is by no means rosy. In fact, it is prima-facie a catalyst to insomnia and mental instability, and not just to children for we are all human.

It is callous colonialism when you cannot take your ill child to hospital because even the hospitals (which do not even offer quality healthcare) pose a potent threat to a missile strike, because, well, Israel "believe" the robinhoods (Hamas) are camping at the hospitals.

The irony is that the victims had fled to seek refuge in the school whereas the aforementioned tyrants had legitimately attacked a logical rebel camp, that is, a school for the United Nations Children Education Fund. Two shells were precisely fired at two classrooms where evidence of prior family existence was seen. How benevolent of the Israeli government.

BBC News earlier posted a video of a six year old girl (one saved from rubbles in the ruins) writhing in pain. She had literally no more tears left to cry and what gave her crying away were the sobs, perhaps more from the fear than pain. Her comment was a question no little girl should ever have to ask, "What do we have to do with all these?"

Seeing mothers bawling over the demise of their infants is as agonising as it is unjust. There can never be enough consolation to a mother for killing her children like dogs in the streets. To say goodbye to a child you have yet to say hello to is as painful as it gets really. The vice versa is equally sad because it will inevitably extend to future generations who never got the chance to meet their parents. Neither a hello nor a goodbye. And that is Israel for you.

Hearing the mourns of the dilapidated children and scrawny youth is appalling. The visual images of the child survivors are ones that even adults cannot fathom. The pusillanimous state they are left in is one even time cannot fix.

Then there are the patriarchs. The men in Gaza are probably overlooked as is the norm of the current society. It is an enormous task as a father figure to assure your child or better half of security when you are skeptical of your own.  It is even harder to supress tears when you lose a family member because you are assumed to be strong. I have to say that in all the clips I have seen to date, I have, not once seen a Gaza man cry. Believe me, it burns like coal to feign a smile while the bile-like saliva is burning down your throat.

Israel have decided that human life in Gaza is not indispensable. Their efforts in peace keeping in Palestine have not gone unnoticed. Obliterating, wounding and traumatizing innocent citizens is a mammoth step towards achieving world peace. It must be good riddance to them to exterminate the senile as well as women and children. We wouldn't want these infant terrorists to attack the pious Israel now, would we?

The New Oldest Profession

The oldest profession is fast developing and evolving. High-end prostitution, corporate whoring and luxurious escorting are some of the less glamourous terms attributed to socialites. Yet ideally, a socialite is someone who is well known in the fashionable demographic society and spends a significant amount of time participating in social activities such as parties and other fashionable events (read paid to participate), entertaining guests and being entertained by others of similar standing.

Nairobi has recently seen an influx of the so called socialites and the cream on the cherry is without a doubt the contentious "Nicki Minaj mwitu, the Lughya Rihanna" a.k.a Vera Sidika.

In developed states, socialites like Kim Kardashian are revered by the public at large but back home, the story is somewhat twisted to say the least. All's fair in love and war, but this love-hate relationship has escalated to heights previously unimaginable for an unemployed young woman. So, why the fuss, one may wonder.

Well, we live in a nation where there have come to be acceptable norms in breach of which there is sure to be a bloodbath by the distraught cyber monsters. Unfortunately for celebrities in our country, it is nearly impossible to be as faultless as Tom Hanks is in his cradle. Whether you are a money flashing Sonko or a vivaciously industrious Lupita Nyong'o, the wrath of the conservatives and envious alike is as sure to befall you as is death.

It is of no surprise really that the personal antics of the veracious Vera Sidika have been met with less of raised eyebrows and more of rowdy and barbaric online uproar. I say personal because, really, she is an unemployed lady who did not require anyones votes to be where she is today.

Initially a woman well endowed physically, she hit the ground running as a video vixen in the "You guy" smash hit. The rest, as they say, is history. She underwent plastic surgery (chuckles), skin lightening (apparently, bleaching applies only to clothes) and further implants to her bosom and derriere. As Tyra Banks would put it, she underwent an extreme make-over, and voila!

Her interview a while back did not earn her much points with the mozilla firefox faithful (google chrome users know better) either. She appeared on television to blatantly flaunt her wealth to most of those who shamelessly mark N/A on the occupation spot in application forms who most probably vainly responded in hearty jeers and tears.

Her shoes, designer dress, weave and accoutrements were apparently equal to a president's monthly income or the GDP of so many banana republics. What's more, she did not hide the fact that her rich Nigerian boyfriend (the word boy is much flattering) was her chief financier. Perhaps the sucker punch came in the form of her disparagingly dropping out of tertiary education to focus on her priorities.

It is said that the greatest weakness a woman possesses is ignorance of her strengths. And Vera has found complete ammunition in her beauty (fake as it might be) and brains combo, making it big using limited opportunities.

Here is a woman who, instead of sticking out in the university, praying for internships and taking selfies in malls, has with grandiose innuendo created employment for herself by using the edge she has over the upcoming models and "#follow4follow" instagrammers, and that is not a big derrier, but a big brain.

While others invest in real estate, education and farming, she does the same on her brand i.e her beauteous body (pardon the pun) by way of her implants and weaves. I bet she would take lightly the taunts of being called a member of the oldest profession because at the end of the day, aren't we all prostitutes? In one way or another, don't we all sell out at some point for something? Even the Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary defines prostitution as to use (something valuable, such as talent) in a way that is not appropriate or respectable and especially to earn money.

What is most intriguing is the fact that her critics and plain haters are the main reason for her expeditious propulsion to affluence. The thing most people do not get is that all publicity is good publicity. That people take notice of her life is the spine of her job. How else would she earn were she not the element of duscussion on everyone's lips. The hilarious Vera Sidika taunts and memes are shared and as they go viral, I suppose Vera cannot wipe off her smug, coinceited smile. Therefore, if the thought of this socialite makes your blood boil, your misguided anger may only lead to the Vera fire spreading, plainly due to your spite. In other words, think of Vera as a puppet master, and you as the puppet doing her work for her.

Also (especially for the saints online), your prayers can hardly help her change and start spreading fellowship crusade flyers in the streets because, with all due respect ofcourse, that ship is long sailed. In addition, she is not supposed to be a good role model to kids (despite her being a celebrity) because raising other people's children is not part of her job description.

Lastly, we can atleast borrow a leaf from the socialite's mindset. For the smitten but destitute guys just remember, "When a rich nigga want ya......And your nigga(insert your name here) can't do nothing for ya(put girl game here)." As for the online verbal warriors, "You all about her, and she all about hers."

Le adieu incontestably goes to Vera who should keep in mind that "These whores ain loyal." It is a reality Chris Brown knows all too well, but that is a story for another day.

The Race Card on Israel

It is often said that a rumour is like a tumour, leave it to spread and you will dread its repurcussions. Well, in the face of the rising death toll in Gaza, the social media has come to life printing all sorts of  instigational hulabaloo on the touchy issue. It is a collosal chaos by the radicals, misinformed and ill-informed alike.

The Hamas and Israeli troops must have not got the memo of the rendezvous between Israel and Egypt to call for a ceasefire. As scores of people are crudely murdered in Palestine, some people have resorted to the common Apartheid low blow.

A recent speech purporting to acredit Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu has been received with pompous aplomb and doubts alike

"The State of Israel that we know of today has not been created by wishful thinking... We do not pretend like other whites that we like the arabs and blacks. The fact that, blacks and Arabs look like human beings and act like human beings does not necessarily make them sensible human beings."
- an excerpt from the speech attributed to Netanyahu.

But what if that speech never existed?

The speech that has since gone viral was clearly intended to inform as many people as possible that this is
the real Netanyahu - a racist leader who believes that as far human beings go, well, Arabs and Africans aren't really relevant. The message went especially viral in Muslim networks, and is said to have been shared by Affan Sosibo of the African National Congress Youth League.

It may intrigue even the most sombre of minds to learn that a similar speech was attributed to South African apartheid president PW Botha that:

"The Republic of South Africa that we know of today has not been created by wishful thinking... We do not pretend like other Whites that we like Blacks. The fact that, Blacks look like human beings and act like human beings do not necessarily make them sensible human beings".
- an excerpt from the speech attributed to Botha.

More intriguing is the fact that if you carefully research for conclusivity of this speech, you will find that it did not actually exist.

Do not get me wrong, the internet is a very powerful tool to finally end the violence against helpless scores of people in Palestine but we seem to have got it off on the wrong foot.

Doesn't spreading falsehoods about Gaza and Israel give the other camp additional ammunition to the actual ones they have? Is it so hard for the Israelis to use the race card on the Palestine support groups because of the fact that they are historically marginalised and abused?

Let us call a spade a spade and realise that this endless killing by these tyrants cannot be stopped by cowards sitting behind their computers in their underwear and sharing the first thing that pops in their fickle minds. For the legitimately distraught lot, I think we owe it to all the helpless women, children and senile Palestine victims to put up a strong online revolt against the war crimes against them. We owe it to all those murdered that they die not in vain. More importantly, we owe it to the vulnerable residents of the region that they should not live in fear for much longer.

We owe them not mind games, but a real fight.