A Letter To All The Upcoming Female Artistes, Models And Fashion Bloggers Who WIll Never Make It

There’s currently a legion of aspiring female artistes, models and fashion bloggers who think they’ll be superstars. The truth is that they never will be. I feel sad for these girls who are simply playing to what is popular rather than curving a path of their own. The best they will do in life is light up for a short while like a candle flame then go out. Yes you model and fashion blogger, the best you will ever do is get hundreds of Instagram likes, appear in Pulse or another magazine that just want s to quickly fill its pages and that’s it. For you the female artiste, the best you will ever manage is two hit songs (if you are lucky) and a few gigs and that’s it.

Hey, I am not trying to be misogynistic or discriminatory against females in the entertainment industry. I am just trying to be helpful because y’all are getting lost.

I am talking about ratchet female artistes like Noti Flow, Kush Tracey plus a bunch of other unknown twenty something singers who release album after album without a single hit. Artistes who get lied to by producers and get used like s*x slaves. I am talking about models who refuse to attend classes and prefer go for phototshoot after photoshoot while getting paid token incomes in return. Models who will continue sucking ‘D’ after ‘D’ while being promised glory that will never come. I am talking about fashion bloggers who think that since they managed to pick the best clothes out of a huge bunch in Gikomba, the whole world would love to see them wear it.

Majority of upcoming female models and artistes have gotten everything so wrong. Hunny, just because you are pretty doesn’t mean you should be a model. Just because some guy said you have a sexy voice doesn’t mean you should go to the studio. Ladies that are misleading themselves and being misled all at the same time. I know that the entertainment industry sounds fun and less stressful than more traditional professions but it really is the other way round

I understand how hopeful you are. Someone told you to follow your passion. But positivity will get you nowhere unless it is utilized along consistent doses of reality. .The industry is harsh to females who only have themselves to blame. They are the architects of their own downfall.

So let me get this straight Miss female artist. You think doing rejoinders and yelling how you are a bad b*tch will make you a superstar? B*tch poliiiiiiiiz!!!You think squeezing your voice through average songs in the name of singing and making an album, will make you a sellout? Sorry, it won’t.

Gone are the days when women used to release authentic music that reminiscently revolved around their lives, motherhood, occasional vulnerability and heartbreak, often at the hands of callous good-for-nothing badboys. Their songs were fresh and inspiring. They reverberated with truth, because the singers broadcasted the message with honest self-appraisal instead of posturing feminism.

Upcoming female artistes are different. They sing or rap with the sole aim of being famous. They make ratchetness and man-hating propaganda a focal point of their songs. They ape and co-opt the caricatured masculine themes of promiscuity, emotional distance and middle finger majesty, without any form of poetic discordance in feelings or slipped confessions of humility. You will never make it bishes. Never

To the upcoming fashion bloggers who have no idea how to be at the top of your field, I wish you would open your eyes. The likes of Sylvia Njoki and This Is Ess will continue running circles around the rest of you all and grabbing all the recognition. Every time I see fashion blog post, I become half tempted to comment and call the chic out for her ridiculousness. But I am man with a good heart. Good luck ladies

To the models, you are in profession that has zero investment in maintaining any kind of decorum. Keep selling your bodies for fake promises because only life can teach you a tough lesson. I can’t. I just hope that it won’t be too late when you get to realize you are sailing the broken boat.

Yours fiercely

Etemesi