Weak minds always refer to opinionated people as bitter. So you know what chick? Or is it that they were looking for a particular kind of woman who is only represented by fake eyelashes, stick-on nails and other augmented body parts? Sometimes the whole show borders on the absurd. It does not matter if she is a mama mboga or a cleaner, as long as she respects herself and body. Respect is earned, not dished out like manna. For starters, as much as the Kenyan woman is known to lose her head over weaves and fake extensions, the producers of the show could have given the production a breath of fresh air with some element of originality in as far as African beauty goes - I am sure there are stunning women in the city who rock au naturel. Granted, not all of us are cut out to be lawyers, journalists or doctors. Come to think of it, why would I hate on women who can barely spell their names backwards and open their legs more times than they do their minds?! What surprises me however, is the extent to which they are willing to go to let cameras into their private lives. It is, if you ask me, more about a group of women seeking attention. Try picking a fight with us and you would know how it feels like to be run over by a truck! How, for instance, do you summon the nerve, as a self-respecting woman, to bring a pair of boxers on set, to boast that they belong to a foreign celebrity you spent the night with? I acknowledge the fact that some, like the cast of Nairobi Diaries, have a right to choose to be socialites. Look in the mirror and see through you, not at you, because therein lies the answers. Value dignity more than material possessions and leave a positive legacy.