Ight Imma Head Out: Inside Harmonize’s three minute media interview

 

 

Not every celebrity interview goes on as planned. We know that. But how it’s handled makes a whole lot of difference.

Kenyan journalists were left bewildered after Harmonize walked out from a press conference on Friday night. He spoke for three minutes, then stood up and walked out. Now let me take you back.

The Tanzanian singer released his new song “Uno” and organized for a media tour in three countries – Tanzania, Kenya and Uganda.

He granted Tanzanian media all his time and poured his heart about his current situation with WCB on Thursday. Later that night, he threw a bash for the media and celebrities and even gave a stunning performance of his new song.

Friday was Kenya’s turn. He had scheduled a press conference for 11 Am, he then pushed it to 3 pm. Just before the time, it was announced that the singer and his management rescheduled it to 7 pm.

Not minding the time of the event, journalists arrived in good numbers at the Blue Door VIP lounge and at exactly 7pm sharp, we had settled down waiting for the star.

An hour later, the singer arrives with his crew and multiple bodyguards, who pushed people out of the way. He answered two questions and demanded not to be asked about WCB. Harmonize spoke for about three minutes and walked out of the room, ignoring a journalist who was still asking a question.

Asked by the PR organising the interview about the “One on One” interviews he had requested for, the singer gave a big no as his bodyguards pushed the chairs to create way for the singer to get out.

While journalists were left in disbelief at the kind of “madharau’ they were treated with, it was revealed that the singer’s excuse was that he was late for a TV show which was starting at 10pm.

“WHAT HAS KENYAN MEDIA EVER DONE TO THIS GUY? THIS IS NOT THE FIRST TIME HE IS ACTING LIKE THAT” SAID A BLOGGER

A TV presenter added “Huyu jamaa ako na madharau sana, hutawahi niona kwa event ama press conference yake tena”

In support of the conversation, a writer of a popular newspaper said “This is not the way to treat people, especially the media. Atajua hajui. His ego will take him nowhere. I will never cover anything about him, ever again!” he swore

Hours later, Harmonize went to his anticipated TV show like nothing happened.

“THIS IS THE REASON WE ARE SUPPORTING WAMLAMBEZ, THE GENGETONE KIDS AND NOT THIS TANZANIAN ARTISTE” A JOURNALIST SHARED ON INSTAGRAM

In conclusion, Harmonize showed Kenyans the highest order of “Madharau” Did he not learn from Nigerian artistes?

Below are a few screenshots of journalist ranting on Instagram after the humiliation;

Former Citizen TV Journalist Narrates The HEARTBREAKING Ordeals That Women Endure At Leading Media Houses (PHOTOS)

A former reporter at Citizen TV recently revealed some of the things that female journalists have to endure in the newsroom and it’s not pleasing at all.

In a long post on social media, Judy Kosgei revealed how being a woman journalist is such a burden that one is tempted to relinquish the very job that they love.

 

Apart from being insulted at every turn – something Judy said female journalists eventually become immune to – it gets even worse when you decide to start a family.

The editors, she says, will be on your case more than ever just because you decided to get married. Every “inefficiency” or delay will be blamed on your spouse or child.

Eventually, the woman journalist gives up and decides to pursue the career that she loves on a different platform, a platform where women are respected.

Here’s her full post:

AM A WOMAN, A WOMAN JOURNALIST
By Judy Kosgei – Ekwam

Woman, you are only a good journalist until you decide to focus, further your studies or start a family, while at it . You will be insulted, Your baby, Spouse or family will too. Why? It’s the newsroom for a woman . I tried to figure out the editorial connection to this, in vain.

Woman journalist, you will become immune to the insults, but before you get to the ‘immune’ level, you will cry, sulk, hate the very job you love, your esteem will be shredded into small invisible pieces, you will doubt your capability, you will have a truck load of unanswered questions – nothing ‘woman’ about them.
The beauty is, the passion in you never dies. The fire to always be a better writer, story teller, will keep burning, even if it’s a flicker. That woman was me.

** * Insert effect – Deep to colour ****( I still love TV production/editing)

” where is your script, you were a good reporter until you decided to get married, what did he give you, huyo *insert tribe* alikulalia usiku mzima mpaka umeshindwa kuandika” shouts an editor across the newsroom * some of the insults with regard to this, are too obscene to post in a public space *

Then God blesses Woman journalist with a baby ????
” Do you think your baby is so special, mtoto wako si mayai ati lazima ulalie, we have babies too **man speaking** that baby has slowed you down. Judy, when it happens, don’t say I never warned you.”
…but they are just words, I would console myself.
Words broke whose bone? A colleague asked me one day, No one? I answered. It made a lot of sense, no orthopaedic surgeon has ever received a case of Bones broken by words. If there’s, it is not documented. No bone was broken, none, why lie while I can cheat????, but that muscular organ that pumps blood ????, pieces I tell you, pieces and not pieces for picking.

… Woman journalist, you will head home at 10 pm, carrying with you a broken heart, a tired body, a clogged brain and eyes balancing tears, you will drive home while crying for no apparent reason… then you turn on the radio ????. Voila! the broken car radio self healed.

Now playing; ‘voice of Truth’ by casting crowns, crank it up, dry your eyes kapsaaa at the parking lot, pick up your handbag, the shredded pieces of what was your heart and walk to the door of your dark house. EVERYONE is asleep. You go home late everyday so you have the spare key. Your baby slept at 8pm, you have a 6 am assignment tomorrow, call time is 5 am. You will tip toe out of the bedroom at 4.57am, you will not kiss her, you will not even dare breath near her, she will wake up…

Then one day the woman in me, the lioness who had been rained on and people thought was a cat, roared. I realised they weren’t just words, it was the woman being fought yet fighting for her space in the newsroom at the same time.
Woman with no heart for insults coined as obscene jokes walked to and worked in the newsroom, she was a shell, she had become defensive and unhappy, she loved writing and the production of great pieces but she would never trade her family for anything. Her mother a career woman with 7 children never did, why?

Remember the flicker, it flared up, she decided to do what she loves on a different platform. A Platform where women are respected.