If you’ve been reading this blog from the beginning you will probably have noticed my love of lists. I don’t normally use them in ‘real life’. It’s just with ‘blog life’ it forces me to get to the point, or so I delude myself. I thought I should do a photo list with little stories because a)my hair is short and I as yet have no idea what I am going to write about concerning that and b)I want you guys to follow me on instagram because I am incredibly cool and do a lot of cool stuff like eat and sleep and eat.
Relaxer days!!!
Ok so this is one is a gem. Me with my signature thumbs up thing that I do to ruin photos. I can’t believe I have not put many relaxer, bone straight hurrrr days photos on here. This was the year I started uni. I was petrified on the inside because I had spent the year at home and I was going to London for uni. I did not want to leave my parents! My mum and I were all but attached to the hip bone my entire gap year. I did not spend more than 3 days away from her and I was not prepared to go. Thing is I have been in boarding school half my life so you would think I am used to not being at home. Nope. Still hurts as much as it did the first day.
Old School London Bus
Yesterday, I was on my way to Greenwich (aka the end of the world) and it was a good day, I was in a good mood so I decided, ‘hang all the nefarious summer road diversions that make a 5 minute trip 3 hours long I am going to take the bus!’ So I wait for the number 15 to come and this old bus crawls up to the bus stop. I wasn’t sure if it was a tour bus because it just seems so unlikely that an old rusty bus with a conductor could be roaming the streets but the conductor assured me it was in service. First thing I said when I got on the bus was ‘Oh! This is new!’ You can probably tell I rarely ever think before I speak. Not worth the mental effort.
Africa House
I don’t know if you can see it but this building is called Africa House. When I saw it I remembered a Chimamanda Adichie lecture where she gave a story about this time when she was walking down the streets of London with her friend, Kenyan writer Binyavanga Wainaina and he would point from one building to another saying ‘This one was built with colonial loot from Nigeria, Kenya etc…’ I guess with this building they didn’t even bother hiding the fact.
Round the world in my BMX
When I was younger I went to a Kenyan primary school and anyone who is African knows exactly what that means – unashamedly outspoken teachers. As soon as our teachers realised we were old enough to start getting attracted to each other they would regularly give us the ‘boyfriend/girlfriend’ talk. There was this pick up line they would always use as an example of what we should not be stupid enough to fall for: ‘Hi babeee, so you come I take you round the world in my bicycle’ Suffice to say I am now wary of any man who owns a bicycle or a motorcycle. I just don’t need those kind of lies in my life – you know?
This was totally short and to the point right?
You're Just Jealous of my Afro Comb 