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The Dazzling Heights

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“It was all the same, wasn’t it? The same women moving across the terraces in a familiar click of heels, the same men murmuring to one another in low tones about the same things they always discussed, their eyebrows drawn together in the same clichéd expression of concern. It all struck Avery as futile, and purposeless. Here they were, halfway around the world, and yet everyone was stuck in their little loops—engaging in the old tired flirtations, doomed to the same disappointments.”

“Rich people were just like me except they had a lot more money, wore fancier clothes, couldn't get good staff, and shouldn't have bought little Amanda that third horse because she could only stable two horses at her private school. Imagine. Where was all that tuition money going? Rich people also had a place in the Hamptons, a place in Italy, a place in Florida, and thank God "Jim" finally got a private jet. First class is so congested. Shudder. Like me, they found there were simply just enough hours in the day. Unlike me, it was because their days were spent with personal trainers, stylists, therapists, and Reiki practitioners, and their nights were spent at galas, balls, banquets, charity events, operas, symphonies, and fundraisers. Then there was the shopping. Honestly. Jim/Richard/David/John just couldn't understand that it was impossible to wear the same dress twice. Everyone was run ragged. Exhausted. What about me time? Who wanted to fly up to New York to spend a day at the spa? Jim's treat. Me! Me!”

“There are bishops, knights and queens. Once they fought for their people, going to prison and refusing to come out unless the white man went west. Everyone demonstrated while their leaders were in prison, demanding their unconditional release, their names written with wet paint across huge placards... 'Our dear savior, so and so,' they yelled. In torn and bloody clothes, their heroes waved to the crowds, as big trucks waited to whisk them off to maximum-security prisons. They were adored and worshiped. Heroes, my foot! Saviors? Bullshit!" Kangu was suddenlt trembling with rage. "Imagine calling somebody a hero without knowing his motives, just because a poor African boy went to University and read a few of Martin Luther King's speeches. Maybe he was just looking for fame, or eyeng the fat farms of the white man. Then the 'hero' suddenly finds himself wallowing in power, money and sex... All the things he's dreamed of, but never seen. He forgets what he was fighting for, and becomes meaner than the white man ever was; he becomes the devil.”

“Similarly, despite the efforts by production houses, media, and fans to support local content, Kenyan music was not growing for many reasons including conmanship in the entertainment industry. We had Promoters (they still exist) who had decided to make money from the sweat and blood of artists. Then the Music Copyright Society of Kenya came and ruined everything despite having elected some artists to the management board hoping they would do something different. They ended up being the most prominent scam artists ever proposed in the history of Kenyan entertainment. (In the article "From Curiosity to Creation: The Birth of Kalpop")”