Vera omwana wa ingo. Yesterday, my colleague Martin wrote an article titled Vera Sidika Shakes Her Gigantic Bum Harder Than 44 Video Vixens In A Tawdry Jamaican Video! The amazing tropes of that headline were particularly hard to dodge so like everyone else, I quickly opened the link.
Ooh….another candy pill for team mafisi. There you were, shaking your butt the way a zebra tries to shake off a lion that is clinging to its back in the wild terrains of the Serengeti. For a moment, I thought the butt was gonna fall off. Come to think of it…..that wouldn’t have been a problem though. I know you have spare parts anyway. Umejipanga. You probably got them from Dubai’s version of Luthuli Avenue . By the way, I heard you walk around with an extra pair of nyonyos in your handbag too. Is it true? Woiii!!
As a man, I can appreciate the virtues of your perfect posterior but how long will you keep twerking? Every time I see a lady shaking her poop organs, I weep for humanity. The past few years have brought to us a series of harrowing twerk videos, each more lurid than the last. Come on. Aren’t you people creative enough? I know you have unfathomable motives such as advertising yourselves to potential sponsors but please give us something new. Please…..please….please. Enough of the headline grabbing moves.

You are a public figure Vera. How exactly is twerking beneficial to society? How does it make a change? Will you still be twerking when you are 50 years old with wrinkles all over? How about you start a charity foundation? How about you become an environmental activist for example? Won’t that be better news for the world? Won’t that make people respect you more? I understand that not everyone is blessed with brains but you need to act smarter. You need to show that there’s something going for you other than just your body. Otherwise, what’s the difference between you and an animal?
Some might argue that you have a flair for entrepreneurship. You started a salon where you help decorate your fellow ratchets with the hair of dead Mexicans and Brazilians. You also hawk your punani for about 2 million shillings. That’s cool but not impressive
Personally, I am far too enlightened to fall into your fan base or target demographic. I kinda liked you when you were still as chocolate as Cadbury’s. Now you just look like tea that hasn’t been boiled with enough majani. Ok I’m lying. I’ve never really liked you much then either because you always seem EXTRA hoodratish.
Someone can tell that your sponsors have tried to add class to you but no amount of pictures in foreign lands could bring that. A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. But you just seem like the epitome of “you can take the girl out the hood…but you can’t take the hood out of the girl” Well, I did like you a TINY bit because you’re a$$ is ginormous, and you know I have booty envy HOWEVER, after seeing you misuse it again and again, I am over it..
I’ve been battling a deep sense of frustration when it comes to current twerk culture, which gets more unpalatable every year. How on earth is it that we’ve become so desensitized that we’ve publicly come to an agreement that the best kind of entertainment women can offer is twerking? Why are great ‘twerkers’ (if there’s a word like that) adored like people who’ve pulled off an incredibly freakish feat. They are accorded a kind of fascinated respect that seems more rightly owed to someone who spent life’s formative years fighting off mutant crocodiles in a vat of radioactive acid
I feel that all men need to stop paying attention to you and your kind but I doubt they will. Blind admiration is an incurable disease
Good luck with your hustle anyway
























