A socialite is someone who doesn’t catch malaria just through mosquito bites – if they do, it’s either they changed to tropical climate on a continental tour or, traveled to a scientific or geographical location for the first time. They have ‘blue blood’ ― no need for medical research; just make an effort some other free time figuring that out.
Socialite is basically about esteemed wealth; forget about your ‘fundamentals’... a socialite is a rich person who is unemployed and can afford anything using credit card or if worse still, exchange goods with diamonds and pearls, and NOT ‘Lipa na Mpesa’ – as seen in the life of the high society party scene. They ooze class and smell like fresh mint or warm cotton and are celebrated as high-end patrons who generally know how to entertain. In addition, they have visitors, they don’t just visit anyone! Let me in a minute bring you home...
A third generation member of the Kenyatta family, who loves to party and splurge cash, would measure up or is considered a socialite. Put one of them in a party scene and you’d visibly see and feel the air around them. No fuss or crap, they naturally discharge class.
On the global scene, you know Kate? That one is a socialite. Paris Hilton...? Yes, that one too;
no matter how trashy her looks, she is a socialite. For morale’s sake, let me not mention Lupita... it might kill your endeavors – but this are ladies or women who can walk around the supermarket with a Chihuahua peeping out their handbags and the following week a fashion trend begins. Yes, those tiny pure-bred dogs have become accessories.
In Africa, socialite is an exclusive tag that is based on a cultured person with prestigious education, a prominent family name, high-brow breeding and the wealth to validate the approval or entry into the list of fame. (So don’t shame yourself) To be in that social list you have to be nobly wealthy, have a consistent lifestyle, a compatible surname, with looks that can be tolerated. You just don’t walk out of a servant’s quarter with one-way taxi fair and a pink flashy handbag purchased via Facebook page and which is deliberately containing pills, several SIM-cards, a wide-forked weave comb, lipstick and a broken mirror, and surprisingly slippers in paper bags in case it rains... Ah-ah!
Be happy with who you are – or where life has reached with you.
“The secret of happiness is to admire without desiring.”
Manifest plainness, embrace simplicity. You can keep your weight, but cut down on selfishness, have few desires -- if you want the rainbow, you got to put up with the rain, but mostly... be happy with who you are first. Remember the line some people dream of success… while others wake up and work hard at it? Well, you cannot just walk out of the showers and, poof! ...become prominent.
Manifest plainness, embrace simplicity. You can keep your weight, but cut down on selfishness, have few desires -- if you want the rainbow, you got to put up with the rain, but mostly... be happy with who you are first. Remember the line some people dream of success… while others wake up and work hard at it? Well, you cannot just walk out of the showers and, poof! ...become prominent.
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