I am A Diffrent Breed Of Socialite!-: Confesssions Of Shicko Matheri

“A rose by any other name would smell as sweet…” so records Shakespeare in one of his works , I was talking to the new girl who has been the talk of Town after she was slotted as the perfect replacement for Vanessa Chettle who had  until her replacement been the host of Vogue Wednesdays at Club changes in Westlands. Naturally I called her a socialite with the basis of my arguement being that she is popular and actually hosts events at a popular pub.. 

I am not a Socialite Tonny! Socialite is bad, It is like a disease, like a rotting half eaten badly prepared apple pie…Well what is in a name sister? Tonny, the kenyan populace has painted socialites in bad light, especially the media, the moment you mention socialite, they look behind you, to confirm if you have the butt and the boobs to go along with the name socialite. 

This talk sparked  what would be an argument between me and Shicko, she told me that she was a different make of socialite, she did not for example posses a colossal ass and matching set of “twins” , she has a baby-ish aura about  her, she is a bubbly little pretty girl who should be hosting a nice little out of the place kindergarten party, not hosting Vogue Wednesday at a club when she should be sleeping or reading a copy of “vanishing potatoes” 

But there is a catch, Shicko Matheri is not your average pretty face, she is a package, The lingerie model has what it takes to be the next “Socialite” She is not a newcomer to the television screens, she was the host of popular kid program on Citizen Tv when she was 11. At 20 she is a make up artist par excellence,a lingerie model, a party host and a burgeoning actress. 

She is however several tads of categorical with the use of the word “socialite” She says that she is not a hoe, or a jembe or any other conceivable farm tool which is used by frivolous men for money. For her, A socialite is a graceful woman who headlines parties and positively inspires people, A socialite is not a hoe, A socialite is not a symbol of perverse sensibilities. I am a different breed of Socialite, I walk out the house every morning to get an honest living, then get my socialite cloak later in night  to grace parties. I get paid to work. 

But you would have to meet me first to know this right? Make your way every Wednesday to club Changes in Westlands. There won’t be a big butt accompanied by the most luscious looking pair of twins you ever saw… but there will be fun, in the most un-socialite typa way.