But hey, you guys know me by now.
I err, disappear for a while, and then suddenly WHAM! A mass of posts at once 🙂
This is my favourite silk shirt. I love the colour. It works well casual or formal.
There comes a time.
When a girl’s wardrobe has to …grow up.
I went to visit my aunts house. And I was shocked to realise I was dressed in a similar style to my 12 year old niece!
Skinny jeans, long top, converse trainers.
I don’t know if SHE had begun imitating my dress sense.
Or if I have just gotten to that stage where I am dressing…err…inappropriately for my age?
Am I still dressing like a scruffy student?
In any case.
I went shopping. And I unconsciously started veering towards blazers, heels, and fancy bags.
Well, so there we have it. I am updating my wardrobe.
I just hope I don’t end up looking… OLD! *shudder*
(Like one of my friends who is 27 but dresses like she is 37!..eh eh!)
ex oh ex oh
Somedays I just feel the need to be comfortable. Especially days where I’m going to be doing a 13 hour shift running up and down stairs to different wards.
Converse trainers (Office 40 pounds). Comfortable trousers( Gap, 40pounds)Stretchy top HnM (10 pounds) Hijab (gifted)
I make people uncomfortable.
I don’t know why or how I do it.
I just do.
I’m a woman.
I also have a big Afro.
Did I mention I was African too?
A female, brown skinned, Muslim, afro sporting, Arab-African.
I just put so many different kinds of people on edge …it would be funny if it wasn’t a little tragic.
Why do people feel so affronted by what or who I am?
I find myself constantly explaining myself:
I am Kenyan. Yes. But I am Kenyan Arab. Yes, I am Arab by ethnicity. Originally my family were from the middle east.
I am not poor.
Even though I am African.
I am not oppressed. Even though I am a Muslim woman wearing Hijab.
I am not married. And I do not have 10 kids. *Grits teeth* Even though I am a Muslim woman wearing Hijab.
I will not straighten my hair. It grows out of my head this way.
Yes, I know I speak good English.
Yes, we have Muslims in Kenya.
Yes, *groan* my parents paid lots of money for my university education. Sorry to disappoint you I’m not poor. Even though I am African.
I spend my day deflecting these kind of questions.
Sometimes, I feel, wouldn’t it be easy, to try out being white and blonde for one day?
Just so that I can be the current post card version of what the world seems to deem ‘ideal’.
And then I remember its kind of fun being me.
It just so happens that I am many labels all at once.
And people have a field day trying to choose which label to ascribe to me each day.
Am I Muslim?
Or am I Muslim and Black?
Or am I Muslim and Arab?
Or am I an Educated Muslim Woman?
Or maybe today I am a poor African?
Maybe I should use that to my advantage 😉
Thats me 🙂 For my cousins wedding.
Basically, a new Hijab Evening Style.
You take your dress to the fabric store. Pick out fabric that matches the dress (mine was pink)
And then go to the salon to get the lady to pin it up in an elaborate Up-do.
You can add brooches (Like my gold one, because my dress had gold accents), or flowers, or whatever else takes your fancy.
Use different kinds of fabrics, glittery, satiny, silk etc etc
Basially, LOTS OF FUN!!!