A lot has been said about the so called socialites.They have been insulted,mocked and even admired by some.but one thing is for sure socialites are not fizzling out anytime soon.
A person named Julius Wambua decided to put pen to paper and sent an open letter to miss Huddah and other socialites:
Okay, I write this letter out of compassion and empathy. It is not a letter that is going to ask you to change your ways, you are past changing. I am just asking you to take time and re-evaluate your principles and morals, your womanhood and your dignity. I know after reading this letter you will respond by calling me the “C” and “P”. My poor ears.
You see Huddah a woman is not judged by how much dirt she can spew from her mouth, but rather by how she can use her mouth to calm, motivate and correct someone else. You probably do not know this because you use your mouths for other purposes; can I now calmly use the “D” word? Other than eating, talking and drinking, the mouth can be used to perform other duties; as I have come to learn from a number of your tweefs. Let me try to use my rhyming talent here: you can eat or shit (excuse my language) using your mouths. I see you chose to use your mouth to shit.
You talk about sex, how you were fucked again, excuse my language) by politicians, rich men and you compete with other socialites to see who has had more snakes in your holes. When did spreading your legs become a contest? And when did it become a privilege to know that you have spent more hours in different men’s beds than you have in a classroom?
You may gain a few followers on twitter by engaging in name-calling and abuses and by a few, I mean that 2000+ followers is not a reason to sell your dignity. Besides, who said that vulgarity is the gateway to fame?
Look at Kenyan Girl’s, Mercy Murugi, Winnie, Mitchel’s, Julie Gichuru’s twitter accounts.They have more followers than you do. Do they engage in silly tweefs and fights to get famous? Oh, and they did spend time in class by the way.
Darling, when you are a woman of value and virtues, if your mama taught you any, then obscene words are a no-go zone. Remember, as you mention another woman’s “P” and “C”, you also have the same parts lodged somewhere between your legs. In case you did not know, a woman is made of respect; a woman is to be respected. Respect starts with respecting before others can respect you.
Those numerous men asking for your “P”, do you think that they respect you? You know, anything that comes cheap attracts attention. Why should I be bothered to buy a pair of shoes for sh5000 while the same shoe can come at a throw-away price of sh.500? Unfortunately, the problem with such cheap stuff is that I know that I can pick up another on the streets, so I lose interest pretty first.
So, really what this whole letter is trying to tell you is that you are a let-down to your mother and values she taught you. Did your mother teach you to display your inner stuff in the faces of everyone? When did mama’s little princess turn into a “Bitch”,again excuse my language. Huddah, what is a good girl doing tweeting this>> “Peter Kenneth looks like he’d lick my P Spick and span!! Yeah! I said it!”
Sorry, I forgot, you roll with the “bad girl” crowd. Problem is, you do not know how to be bad. A bad girl is not slutty (except when in the bedroom with her MAN), a bad girl does not have to mention the “P” to be branded bad. A bad girl can hold her own, which I am sure you cannot. I do not plan to engage in a beef with you because I would lose, hands down. But then, I am a person brought up with principles, and I do not intend to water down the values passed down by my mum
by looking for fame in the wrong ways. In the meantime, my dear girl you can be as vulgar as you want, it is your life, your TL, your account. Save for the silly beefs you
engage in, I would never have known that you exist. Now and I know and you can rest in peace knowing that YOU ARE FAMOUS.
Miss.Karigoh 
.Master.Of.Shots 
Marto 
Njeri Ngige 
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