Baby Girl, You made Yourself a Sexual Object. Now DEAL with It

It’s ludicrous to watch the Internet gang up on an outspoken Gubernatorial candidate who did what he couldn’t avoid doing ; reducing a political TV show to a slugfest.
Miguna Miguna, the Canada-based attorney, is not exactly your everyday doormat that you can saunter over.
If there’s anything we think we know about Miguna Miguna, it’s that the abrasive Canadian-based lawyer pulls no punches.
Like Donald Trump, Miguna has a history of brushing people the wrong way, calling it like it is, bullying his detractors, blowing up on his opponents and making mince meat of even his most formidable rivals.
He’s been to the jungle and back. He’s fought in the trenches and won. There’s really no fight that’s too much, too big and too rough for this bulky,garrulous giant to handle.
He shoots from the hip and hit so below the belt, none of his victims dare answer back.
A seasoned lawyer and indefatigable rubble rouser, Miguna spares no one and leaves very little room for nonsesne.
No one in this city can outdo Miguna in a political shouting match- as long as it’s conducted in fluent English – with all the punctuations and figures of spoken speech observed.
Orally, Miguna is a thunderstorm.
Mike Sonko may have mastered the art of the slanging match – But Miguna’s booming voice and terrifying physique would drown out the diminutive Buru Buru lawmaker in a flash.
And last night, on the Jeff Koinange Show, Miguna pulled up with his chills missing. Intent on not just winning the argument, but flogging his opponents to the floor, leaving them bloodied and deeply wounded.
And now, everyone is outraged, Twitter is ungovernable, the Kilimani Mums are foaming in the mouth, women leaders are calling press conferences and dreadlocked city feminists are gnashing their teeth.
But hasn’t Esther always fashioned herself as the Queen of Enthrallment?
Esther’s entire public career revolves around her sexual allure, the charming good looks, the exotic beauty and sexual relations.
This is the same woman who found it prudent to use the slogan as her official campaign rallying call when she was vying for a seat in Nairobi.

This is the same woman who never hesitates to go back to her past liaisons and sexual interactions with men on almost all TV interviews.
This is the same woman who thrives on airing out male city magnates and accusing them, time after time, of having attempted to rape or take sexual advantage of her.
This is the same woman whose public conduct and dressing is totally inconsistent with a woman of her worth, stature and even a mother.
This is the same woman who, unlike Martha Karua, lacks any tangible line of argument with men always pulling the gender card and banking on her sexual allure and attractiveness to gain media mileage.
This is the same woman who thinks she’s the latter-day , the Italian daughter of Pope Alexander VI and Vannozza dei Cattanei.
Esther, you’ve done NOTHING to warrant the respect you claim Miguna didn’t accord you last night.
You showed up for a heated TV show unprepared… And then goaded your opponent to get dirty with you only to cry wolf and rush to your gender later.
In fact, Muguna had made it clear – He didn’t want to mess with you, didn’t want to attack you and didn’t want to go into the ring with you. But you urged him on, you lured him into the ring, you snared him into the mudfight.
And then he pummeled you like a three-legged poodle.
You don’t run Nairobi against the backdrop of a couple street masts that you erected (pun intended) around a dozen city blocks and panya routes.
You cannot criss cross the city whiping up a gender storm, selling your pretty face, sashying around the slums,branding yourself and then expect to have such shenanigans are enough to get the masses falling for you.
You’ve turned your entire life into a brazen and brassy reality show and hawked your allure to the highest bidder as a way to remain at the top and in the news.

And just like Miguna, you lack any credible and tangible thing you can do for the city besides lofty dreams and a rehearsed Hillary Clinton-esque mental manifesto.
You don’t possess any admirable leadership skills, either in temperament or skill besides a botched lighting project, a pretty smile, luscious hair and a shrill, irritating voice.
You’ve wallowed in your own pool of myopia and narcissism too much to lift your pretty head up and realize that leadership is more than just a pretty face, yummy thighs and brilliant fashion sense.
This is Nairobi County politics. A city infamous for sleaze and slander and scandal. A city that can get messy and bloody. A city run by the so-called cartels and a city under the yoke of moneyed, ruthless gangs.
This is Nairobi politics. Not your everyday Miss Buru Buru Girls beauty contest.
In this city, it’s not about your petty pretty face. Not about the see-through black lace dress you like. Not about silver stilettos and definitely not about shimmering jewelry.
This city is not about orgasms and hormones. It’s not about Peruvian hair and Jimmy Choo shoes . It’s not about Givenchy sunglasses and Thierry Mugler perfumes.
It’s a rough, raw and dirty city.
And this city, baby girl, this city was NOT meant for you. Or girls or your ilk.
You cannot seduce your way to power. Or catwalk your bum into Parliament.
A political campaign in Nairobi is not a weekend shopping spree in Milan.
The heat seems to be too much…It’s time you left the kitchen, or braced yourself for hotter temperatures, Miss Taylor Swift.