African Peculiarities: Soap Operas
Over the years, my stand on this has refused to change. Years of trying to comprehend why this craze has consumed our people have all been futile, as my heavily biased senses have refused to renege on their long-suffering stance. It has been a long race, in an attempt to comprehend the vile desecration that fills African screens and African minds, filth slowly seeping into African lives, Soap Operas.
Our students in school, high on this illicit content, cheered on by some equally deluded teachers are participating in the wanton rape of creativity, a plastic generation that cannot be satisfied with the realities of life, because they have been binged on false and skewed perceptions of the basic human emotions, half-baked crap from Mexico and the Philippines, which informs their general perspective on life. Any person with a sane mind and a little understanding of Literature will know what I am talking about. A typical soap opera creates one dimensional characters who then attempt to push the spotty narrative. One is a saint, with not even a spot of evil, and another one is a splotchy villain, and nothing else. Investing in emotional ingenuity and pure falsehood, they have convinced flimsy minds of a state of utopia that even the heavens cannot formulate. You will then come across a grown-up, with all their senses intact, sitting in front of the TV, weeping unashamedly.
It is time you woke up, my people, and stop being deceived. They feed you on this ignorance, and you wonder why you are no longer satisfied in a relationship, why you are no longer happy in life, why you have lost control of your circumstance. What you consume is what will define you, whether you like it or not. We have built our lives and our expectations on a mound of deception, ergo we have lost the war to dissatisfaction and sorrow, aiming at heights that do not logically exist, and when we fall short, depression knocks at our doors.
The TV stations know that mediocrity pays, and that is why they allow you to get hooked. The media world is notorious for favouring profit over ethics. They know what the consumers want, and they give it to them wholly, so long as revenue keeps streaming in. They do not care about you. They care about themselves. They do not only care about putting bread on the table, like most of us. They have wild ambitions, and they can use whatever wild means to stay ahead of the curve, and that includes capitalizing on your favourite drug.
Stay away from Alejandro and Camilla, and stop throwing your life away. You will thank me later.
roadsidestreams.blogspot.com®
J.P. Simiyu
Over the years, my stand on this has refused to change. Years of trying to comprehend why this craze has consumed our people have all been futile, as my heavily biased senses have refused to renege on their long-suffering stance. It has been a long race, in an attempt to comprehend the vile desecration that fills African screens and African minds, filth slowly seeping into African lives, Soap Operas.
Our students in school, high on this illicit content, cheered on by some equally deluded teachers are participating in the wanton rape of creativity, a plastic generation that cannot be satisfied with the realities of life, because they have been binged on false and skewed perceptions of the basic human emotions, half-baked crap from Mexico and the Philippines, which informs their general perspective on life. Any person with a sane mind and a little understanding of Literature will know what I am talking about. A typical soap opera creates one dimensional characters who then attempt to push the spotty narrative. One is a saint, with not even a spot of evil, and another one is a splotchy villain, and nothing else. Investing in emotional ingenuity and pure falsehood, they have convinced flimsy minds of a state of utopia that even the heavens cannot formulate. You will then come across a grown-up, with all their senses intact, sitting in front of the TV, weeping unashamedly.
It is time you woke up, my people, and stop being deceived. They feed you on this ignorance, and you wonder why you are no longer satisfied in a relationship, why you are no longer happy in life, why you have lost control of your circumstance. What you consume is what will define you, whether you like it or not. We have built our lives and our expectations on a mound of deception, ergo we have lost the war to dissatisfaction and sorrow, aiming at heights that do not logically exist, and when we fall short, depression knocks at our doors.
The TV stations know that mediocrity pays, and that is why they allow you to get hooked. The media world is notorious for favouring profit over ethics. They know what the consumers want, and they give it to them wholly, so long as revenue keeps streaming in. They do not care about you. They care about themselves. They do not only care about putting bread on the table, like most of us. They have wild ambitions, and they can use whatever wild means to stay ahead of the curve, and that includes capitalizing on your favourite drug.
Stay away from Alejandro and Camilla, and stop throwing your life away. You will thank me later.
roadsidestreams.blogspot.com®
J.P. Simiyu
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