Sunday, May 21, 2017

Shop Cheap Look Rich #SCLR Episode 1: Why I Love to Thrift!

Assalam Aleykum Warahmatullahy Wabarakatuh.
Hey Guys!!!😘

 


First of all I love the hunt. I’m aware that may sound somewhat strange but in all honesty I find the whole process of going to Kongowea or Toi market and ploughing through crowds of people and piles of clothes quite thrilling. To some extent, it reminds me of the treasure hunts we used to play back in the day, so we could say it ignites some level of reminiscence. Moreover, you honestly never know what kind of treasures you’ll find!



All the stuff you get is unique. I’m the type of person who loves to wear pieces that are very distinctive because I feel that it helps to make your style more personalized. That Kenya Uniform life is just not for me, unless it’s Supreme then I’m all about it; can you blame me?
 
These Charles David platform shoes remind me of Lizzie Mcguire😊


It’s cheap; it’s that plain and simple! I know the word cheap has a negative connotation in today’s society because it generally means you're poor or as I like to say, struggling (which I am if we're being honest). But honestly there is no shame in admitting that you cannot afford a particular item, there’s no shame in living within your means, especially when you’re young and cannot afford to be spending all your money on expensive sh!t. It simply means you’re being responsible. Furthermore, even when you get to that level where you can afford to buy expensive sh!t, you might still want to go thrifting because it’s convenient and you get to save the extra cash. And who doesn’t like to save?
 
Converse cause I'm basic 🙋
Most items are high quality (if you know how to pick ‘em) and in good condition. I can honestly say that a lot of the items I thrift are usually of really good quality and thus last a lifetime if taken well care of. And when they don’t last as long as you expected them to, it doesn’t hurt as much because you didn’t spend a fortune on them! It’s truly the best deal ever.
 
I'm not into brands but...Clarks anyone?
Thrifting allows you get creative and expressive with your style. Mtumba Hawkers and stalls are notorious for some pretty intricate and peculiar pieces. Compare that to stores which most of the time will hold clothing items that are trending in the mainstream fashion industry, which we could say leads one to conform rather than express.

These Airwalk slip on shoes are the most comfortable inventions ever!
While I do understand the paradox that surrounds second hand clothing and African economies in terms of the decline of African clothing industries, I believe there is a middle path to be found such that thrifting markets and local clothing industries can co-exist in harmony. I know I got a little bit ‘International relations' there but…yeah, it was my major can you blame me?

Where my laptop lives lately because I have to carry it to work, lol my life.
All items copped for less than Ksh.600 cumulatively at Kongowea Market Mombasa. 

So, what do you guys think about thrifting? Is it a hell yeah or a hell to the naw naw? Personally, i think it's a hell yeah. Atleast until I can afford to chop money left right and centre!

 



Wednesday, May 17, 2017

I am Me, and I am Shameless.



 Assalam Aleykum Warahmatullahy Wabarakatuh!
Hello my loves!


Lately I’ve been thinking quite abit about life-my life, my present, past and what I want for myself in the future. I’ve been contemplating upon the concept of being fierce and living life bravely and boldly. However I do have to say that although this ‘press pause and reflect’ mode was activated greatly by the circumstances I was in, it was also highly inspired by Shameless Maya. If you don’t know who she is, you should definitely check out her channel and ruminate in all she’s about!

I’ve been watching Maya’s videos since forever, and I even remember showing one of her inspirational videos about being fearless and going for the gold in an entrepreneurship conference that I was spearheading. To me Maya isn’t just another Youtuber I watch, rather a mentor, an advisor, an influencer and one of my biggest inspirations. Her story is truly inspiring and I'm sure most of you will find it quite ravishing.

However it’s only recently when I seriously sat down and thought about her message and brand, ‘Be shameless.’ Although I’ve been watching her for ages and hearing the ‘be shameless’ mantra over and over again, it’s only a few days ago when I genuinely understood what she meant and hence decided that from now on, I would be Shameless, fearless, bold, brave and fierce in the pursuit of what makes me happy.

From back in the day when I was still yungin’ (lol is that even a thing), I remember always desperately trying to seek the approval of others. I was always worried that I wasn’t good enough and would ultimately disappoint one or the other. I got myself into bad company because I was too scared to say no, too afraid of what my ‘friends’ would think. I compromised my ideas and views because I was afraid of upsetting the status quo. But the most unfortunate part of it all is that I let people talk me out of my dreams and convince me that what they wanted for me was what I wanted. And for the longest time I walked my path careful not to upset anyone; neither my friends nor my family, yet all along I was upsetting myself. But that wasn’t important because I wasn’t important, I wasn’t a priority.

I vividly recall during a Parent teacher meeting in high school where my Kiswahili teacher told my guardian that the reason why I wasn’t performing well was because I was often so keen on pleasing everyone else that I failed to notice how I was completely disregarding myself. At the time I thought she was stretching the situation a tad bit too much, but as I look at it now I realize she was spot on. I was so desperate to get people to like me that I would end up putting myself in troublesome situations just so  that someone- anyone would consider me to be part of their squad. And when it wasn't about trying to please my friends, it was about trying to please my teachers or my family; and quite frankly, it was exhausting.

For the longest time I hid the fact that I had a blog, I didn’t want anyone to know because deep down I didn’t think my writing was good enough. And then I thought...what if they don’t like it? What if they think it’s stupid and dumb? Then I’m stupid and dumb which means that I’m an embarrassment, I’m a failure. And let’s face it, the fear of failure is a deep and dark abyss filled with crippling doubts and non-existent monsters. But I’ve made the decision to be done with that. And even as I make this declaration I can hear the ‘what if’s’ and ‘don’t kid yourself’ slowly creeping in from the back of my mind, but someone once told me that there is more value in trying and failing than in not trying at all. So I have to try, and I have to give it my all. 
Having the guts to be your true self definitely takes courage.It’s not easy having to search within yourself for truths that you might not be ready to come to terms with, but I promise you that confronting your truth will open doors that you never even knew existed.So go for it.

Being Shameless to me means daring to dream and dreaming actively and confidently. It means planning and strategizing and sacrificing what you need to, to get to where you need to go and create the life you want. It means being fearless and fierce when all you want to do is run. It means being confident in the belief that what I have to offer is worthwhile and important. So enough with the people pleasing, with the worrying about what everyone thinks, with the shame and the fear. It’s time to start living and to start living shamelessly. 

Saturday, April 29, 2017

Just how fast the night changes.

Assalam Aleykum Warahmatullahy Wabarakatuh
Hey Hey Heeyyy!!!!


It’s been a while, which is quite the cliché term on this blog, but true none the less. It seems like only yesterday when I was expressing how happy and content I was. I recall stating on my last blog post how at peace I felt in my then current situation; which was basically blogging, Youtubing and driving classes, of which I passed thank God!

But alas they say life changes in an instant and that is exactly what happened. I got a job!!!Which I never expected at all! Immediately I finished my driving test I headed over to the office for my first day of work, talk about prompt timing! The funny thing is that the call completely took me aback. I had already planned my life after finishing my driving classes; keep growing my content online and move back to Nairobi for an internship I was yet to be called for.

Little did I know that I was about to make a rapid and abrupt detour on the rocky road that is life. I must admit, at first I was utterly confused and unsure. This was not at all in my plans and all my stuff was still lounging in Nairobi along with the rest of my life. I honestly had no plans of moving back to my home town sad to say. It’s not that I don’t love my home town Mombasa; I mean who doesn’t love sunny skies and tropical vibes? But I’ve been in Nairobi since I was 13, which is a huge chunk of my growing up.
Most of what I’ve known is in Nairobi, which is ironic because when I first moved there I despised the city entirely. I despised the cold weather, the wet roads and the gloomy days. I despised the hustle and bustle of the city streets, the noisy honking of rowdy matatus and the shoving and pushing of the Nairobi crowds. I despised the pace, the ‘I’m in hurry to go nowhere’ pace. I despised it all because it was nothing like the tropical land of Mombasa, where the morning sun welcomes you with a smile and the evening ocean waves sing to calm the hearts.

And yet here I am, back in my home town but yearning to be back in the busy noisy streets of Nairobi. I’ve grown to love the city for some reason. Maybe it’s because of all the growing up it has witnessed in me, or the number of hearts the city has inspired me to break. Maybe it’s all the souls that have intertwined with mine, or the stories that I have lived, I don’t know, maybe it’s all of these things. Then again maybe it’s none.

Life has changed now and I choose to believe for the better. I’ve moved back home and a part of me feels as though I’m in this weird limbo zone where I’m floating between two places I call home. I think it’s possible to have two homes, or even more, right? or maybe not. Simultaneously, I feel like I now have to start from scratch;  make new friends and learn how to be an adult; an adult with an 8 to 5 job who’s also trying to stay afloat of her blogging and Youtube.Non the less, this is good.This is a chance for me to rediscover Mombasa, to be enchanted by new places and aromas;to live through new stories, and grow myself.Besides,it doesn't mean that i'll never go back to Nairobi, like I said, life changes in an instant and who knows what exciting surprises the future holds.

Thus,now you know why I’ve been gone for so long.No I haven’t quit blogging nor youtube, and I’m definitely not married (ps. I have no idea where some of you got that from). I’ve simply been busy trying to adjust to the changes.I’m confident though, I will get the hang of things soon enough in shaa Allah.Thanks to all you who’ve stuck around and more so those who reached out to me.It really does mean a lot.I hope you guys are fairing on well and as always I love hearing from you guys!xoxo