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She would fix artificial eye lashes, put artificial nails, wear blush on her chin and take a picture in the bathroom of KFC then upload it on Facebook and Instagram. She would get hundred of likes and comments from dim-witted guys about how really pretty she is. Wow!
There is an old saying- ‘Pictures don’t lie’- well that saying is almost perfectly obsolete in this generation. Many young social networkers have mastered the art of actually making pictures lie or taking then as far from truth as possible. If you can take a picture at the right time, in the right spot and post it with the right caption then you can make people think what you want them to think. Many people have been fooled into believing something about someone just by looking at the picture on face book. Pictures do say a thousand words and 70% of it on some occasions are lies. One must learn not to believe everything they see on social network until you see it live.
A friend of mine updated his WhatsApp DP to a photo of him wearing a red Air Jordan, a skin tight Versace T-shirt and his cotton pants sagging (in short he looked like a celebrity in the outfit) he then stood behing a Land—Cruiser Prado and the caption was ‘gone up to new levels’. I hadn’t seen this guy in a long time and I thought he had actually blown like that and naturally the envy crept in. Then I visited another friend of mine, he too had seen the DP, he confirmed that he too hadn’t seen the guy for a while and it may be true that the guy had begun seeing better days. Weeks later I was a bit shocked to see him in his regular Khaki shorts and Chelsea jersey wearing a dilapidated Dunlop slipper. We got talking and he told me the picture was taken in his cousins place and all that was on him wasn’t his. Ces’t La Vie.
One should not be deceived when he sees a fantastic picture of a lady on Facebook or any social media. AS far as I’m concerned ‘Seeing is believing’. It’s very funny and disappointing when you meet a lady who posts stunning pictures on Facebook and in real life she doesn’t look half of what you thought or quite on the contrary she is rooting for you to bless her coffers. It’s even more hilarious when you also do the same thing and when you two finally meet…Well, stories that touch.
Fair enough, people would only post their finest pictures on line, everyone wants to look their best. But let your best be ‘your’ best and not the best of someone else.

Peace!

#Kay
#UniversalStory

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