I am not going to indict the person in this photo because of her obvious near n*kedness. That’s her human prerogative.
This is not new to us and it doesn’t bother me much as to what an adult wants to wear—morality is subjective, but I am not totally unconcerned, because insanity is objective.
I have in my adult life seen more n*kedness of different women than men—and this is even though I went to a highly populated all boys school where students showered not in less than a dozen.
That is said to be actress Nana Akua Addo; I remember her for starring and producing the movie “Wanna Be.”
Let me add that, it took me unreasonable amount of time to fetch her film credit—but instantly, she somewhat became the talk of social media last night after her AMAA 2016 appearance.
I find it repugnant, somewhat an indication of self objectification when a woman who claims to be an actress and I don’t mean a p*rn actress’ boobs are more recognisable even in the dark than her face or film credits.
I am a writer; even if you don’t agree with what I write, at least you recognise and know me for my work, but not for any other thing out of a reasonable scope.
Increasingly, our non-adult movie stars are amassing little and standout film credits, but by kind courtesy of their glorious boobs and butts, they continue to generate social media conversations.
That’s not being know for what you ought to be known for—and every reasonable person in this position ought to be worried.
Perhaps, the second profession of these so called actresses, which I am without evidence told is; to stay prominent among the flock of low-level men seekers clothed in acting, and then these rich men will definitely recognise the bold stance of your boobs and eventually ask for that long awaited for call in. Kempinski could be the venue for the first time—Golden Tulip has long been abused.
Insanity is when a person proudly calls herself a fishmonger and yet only sells and is known for “Wagashie or Nurnur.”
If you missed the memo, the crucifix has not been mounted because someone is n*ked. If people have to asked who is that n*ked wh*re, then there’s a problem and we must bring in the fix.
Let your work speak for you before adding the glorious or cheap accessory of n*kedness, no matter how you see it.