She is filled with so much hate. Each day her Facebook update has a post of something, someone or some place that she hates.
And she has thousands of people who feed on her hate, people who worship at the Facebook altar of her hatred.
Then I ran into her, this celebrity goddess of hate.
And she was nothing like what she is online. Sweetness filled with laughter and tenderness.
At the end of the meal, I had to give voice to my thoughts. “You are so not what I thought you were.”
She giggled with an endearing bowing of her head, as though she needs to hide a sudden shyness. Then she spoke in her smooth enthralling voice. “People always say that when they meet me. They are taken aback by my niceness.”
My interest was even more piqued. “So you don’t believe all those things you write?”
“Not a word.”
I was puzzled. “So why do you espouse such vitriol online?”
“Ah it’s for the followership and the likes.”
“Yeah it is why I do what I do.”
“But likes are just likes, so temporal. Why will you spread hate just for likes?”
“Likes are money.”
“So you are making money?”
“Yes o. There are people who pay me to do it since I have proven through my number of followers and the likes I get on my posts that I have an audience.”
I stared at her in rectitude. “Aren’t you concerned about the mission of these people that pay you?”
“Who cares! People will always hate. Other people need people who hate since the person who hates rarely think. They are blinded by their hatred and can be easily manipulated. Someone needs to bring together both the hater and the one who needs the hater and get paid doing so. It’s all business.”
“But people can be coaxed to violence through what you say.”
“They do what is already in them to do. All I do is just give them a place to speak their mind.”
“And if what you say leads to people dying, how would you feel about that?”
“We are born to die.”
She sat there smiling sweetly, a bang of her hair dangling over her forehead. Her mien was calm. Her eyes glowed with innocence.
And it dawned on me that I just had dinner with the Devil.
Written by Jude Idada