“Heavy is the crown and yet she wears it as if it were a feather. There is strength in her heart, determination in her eyes and the will to survive resides within her soul. She is you. A warrior, a champion, a fighter, a queen.” -r.h. SinLife, we sometimes forget is not ours but a gift from God. The fact that a lot of us can breathe uninterrupted and unaided in itself such a blessing, we too often take for granted. I woke up today full of gratitude in my heart; the privilege of seeing yet another year in perfect health is one I do not wish to take for granted.I am a year older today. Wiser, stronger and more determined to live and not just to exist. I am more than ever, actively in pursuit of purpose and living out my potentials and dreams.It’s been a year of mistakes made and lessons learnt. A year of personal growth and self development. I’ve had to be more introspective and critically evaluate myself and the decisions I make and how I react to things. Some ugly truths have been identified while some beautiful facts have been revealed. The process of self evaluating is never an easy one and one, I believe should be done often enough. All in all, I have found a beautifully imperfect being in whom I am growing every day to love more and more because when all is said and done, the most important person to you (after God) is you. The relationship that I cultivate first with God and then with myself will determine the trajectories of all other relationships so I am more mindful of the former than I have ever been.I am grateful for my family and friends amongst other things and as I look back on the last year with insight, I look forward to the new year with foresight and determination to make it count in every way imaginable.Photography by David Nyanzi
Dress : ASOS II Shoes : River Island II Earrings: River Island II Sunglasses:River Island
Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see the shadows. It’s what the sunflowers do. Helen Keller Continue reading The Sunflower
At a street festival in the East German city of Potsdam many years ago, a group of young German lads sauntered past me, muttering to each other and just as they walked past, one of them spoke loud enough for me to hear, “Hey schwarze Perle”. I stopped in my tracks. Continue reading Schwarze Perle
It’s officially the first day of Autumn today! Yay! Not. 😦
Hello beautiful people. Hope you’ve had a great summer. I’m not sure where and how to begin to apologise for my long hiatus. Let’s just say life’s been busy with all sorts. I’ve been preoccupied with turning a new age in August(whoop whoop) , re-evaluating my goals both short and long-term, campaigning in a competition for UK’s next top stylist (more details to come in next post) and just living life in general. Initially, I just didn’t have time to post. Around my birthday, I found myself asking myself a lot of questions about where I am and where I am going, with this blog, with my career and just generally in life. Coupled with the fact that I am running in a competition run by the Stylist magazine and Ford UK motors, I needed to re-assess a lot of things and I guess, map out a plan on where to go from here. As said earlier, I will post more information about the competition in my next post but in the meantime, please visit fiestastylista.co.uk to have a peep and show some support by voting for me. I have missed blogging terribly and can’t wait to get back into the swing of things.
For my come-back post and as we say goodbye to what’s the favourite season for a lot of people, I thought to share this summer outfit from a few weeks back. Grab your hot beverage and enjoy.
Continue reading In short(s)… goodbye summer!
Hope you’re all having a nice weekend. So today’s post isn’t fashion-related but rather, wanted to share a story that I’ve been mulling over a lot lately.
I moved to London three years ago from Dublin where I’d spent my teenage years and early adult life. Dublin, for those who know it, is not a massively big city. I knew the city centre and certain areas like the back of my hand. Started driving in my late teens and I’ve never had to use a sat nav in Dublin, like I mean never. If I was going somewhere I wasn’t too familiar with, I would just ask my dad who knows the city very well and that’s problem solved.
Continue reading Ignorance is bliss… Or is it?