By Anthony Nabiliki December 2012
When you meet someone whose eyes seemingly pierce through your vitals, you get this sort of unwitting urge to brace yourself; while at the same time be at your best. Then they go ahead and surprise you with rare warmth that they throw at your face unsparingly. Those are the Hudda Monroes; the type of people that are seldom understood, the ones that take delivery of the same measure of love as they do hatred, the type that don’t cower at telling it as it is, the type that are in every sense of the word… Fierce.
Hudda tames controversy with the same doggedness that Joy Adamson had when she was taming Elsa. The hottie just sparked out of the blue right into the celebrated social circles and now she seems to roll easy out of everyone’s tongue. Hudda this! Hudda that! Some think of her as the new hottest body on the block, some think she’s overrated only thanks to lust driven minds, some love to think of her as the present-day “Sweet Connie Hamzy”. But that’s them… because Hudda thinks of herself as Sexy, Bold, Bossy and Classy. She asserts this with a smile that sits somewhere between blunt bitch and pretty-girl-next-door.
For someone who harbors ambition to one day own a clothing and shoe–line, Hudda’s style is explicitly refined. In a simple trance she can swing from wild and sassy to flamingly sexy to whatever else category. I guess that’s one of the things that make her special. During this chat she rocks a pair of orange wedge-heeled shoes nicely complimented by the luminous green colorblock nail polish that covers her peeping toes. Her hair is folded in a neat round pile at the back of her head, almost holy. Tatted just below her collar bone in neat Edwardian Script are the words Fleur Rebelle; two French words that are a precise description of Hudda’s element. Also inked on her arm are flowing stars, maybe a mystical representation of her navigating flawlessly through life, or maybe not. A tight enough, short black dress does well to accentuate her arcs and curls. She wears a tasteful timepiece that I am almost tempted to yank off her wrist and scrub for authenticity.
So what’s the fascination with this model, socialite, video vixen, and entrepreneur? Well for starters, she dares serve eye-candy every so often, and with reckless abandon. So naturally, our first question to ‘The Boss Lady’ goes something like this.
“What’s up with those photos?”
“What photos?” she, again, throws those prickly eyes at TKB and quickly shifts them to her BB probably to sneak in a quick tweet.
“Naked twitpics of you, making rounds in the social media,” TKB persists.
“Well, what about them?” Hudda responds, not fretting for a second.
“Impressive,” I think to myself.
“Did you put up those photos?” TKB asks.
“Well you’ll be surprised that some of the stuff put up on my page isn’t even done by me.” She tries to steer away from the line of conversation.
“So did someone go behind your back? And post the photos?” TKB persists.
“Okay, I posed for those photos, and they are now in the public eye. So whatever reaction from that doesn’t really bother me… in any case publicity either good or bad is still publicity, and I thrive in bad publicity,” the Boss Lady retorts.
In the virtual and ‘fast-paced’ world of twitter, Hudda is your typical Spammer Hammer. Her twits vary widely from downright notorious, to sexy, to eerie, to soft, and once in a while to a scathing attack or reaction to someone or something. Hudda’s recent tweef with Marya over her song ‘Sishiki Simu’ went something like this.
“@HUDDAHMONROE @maryaogopadjs truth is I didn’t abuse u. I just wondered aloud why you’d sit down and write a song like ‘Sishiki Simu.’ My thoughts.”
“@HUDDAHMONROE When I dissed Maryas song, I was all alone. Why is the whole of Ogopa Deejays on my d**k?”
“@HUDDAHMONROE I’m tired of shooting the s**t, my opinion still remains. Marya has no musical talent. #HakunaKituUtafanya”
“@HUDDAHMONROE If I dissed Wahu, STL, Amani and many others with talent, I’d be committing twitter suicide but a fat brown skin woman with no talent. C’MON!”
And naturally, she got back an equal measure of venom.
@WorldStarBosset @maryaogopadjs Hun, you have fans all the way in Australia so don’t let this chik who sucks d**k to get a meal bring you down”
“@shiladiva At least I know what @maryaogopadjs does and I respect that!!!….what does @huddahmonroe do? And why doesn’t she respect Marya’s art?”
Not so long back, Hudda had the local gossip platforms thrown in a melee of sorts with word that she banged Senegalese/American R&B and hip hop sensation Akon. Well, did she jump his bones? According to Hudda, that whole tale was fabricated by the media for whatever reason. She admits having had dinner with the star and his entourage but says the rest of the story was a blatant hoax.
Hudda does not readily let us into her past. She is of Somali origin, but has been to the war-torn country only once and that was way back before the guns started talking. She is a trained computer programmer and claims not to recall the specific names and locations of his primary and high schools hmmm.
Hudda dates women. She loves getting paid and hustles hard for hers’. She prefers that your perception of her or feelings towards her, either loathe or love, remain as is. Did we mention that Hudda dates women…? Yes Hudda dates women. She insists that she is not and has never been a professional groupie. As she puts it, she hangs out with myriad local and international stars because she is a boss like that. She shops anywhere from upscale stores such as Angelos, Mr Price and Alcott Kenya to Toy Market or the exhibition stalls along Moi Avenue.
Hudda’s vision is to build a business empire sooner rather than later. She looks at herself as a future real estate mogul and also own her own shoe-line. She looks driven enough to trample upon anyone who dares stand on her way. So steer clear.
Hudda is fierce and a boss. The one and only Rebel Flower.