It was about 6.30pm on a Wednesday evening, I was on a packed train from Oxford circus just trying to survive the rush hour of sweaty pits and bacteria so big you could kill them like mosquitos by slapping your palms together. It was a regular ole evening with regular ole passengers until suddenly the crowd started to part like the Red sea. A beautiful, slim, brown skin girl with thick curly hair walks in with such aura and confidence that I had immediate self esteem issues and my negative self (lets call her Halle Berry) started talking to my real self (call this one Beyonce) and it went a bit like this Halle Berry: When I told you not to eat calories today you thought I was joking Beyoncé: *praying against 3000 calories borrowed from the next week* Halle Berry: See yourself? Unrepentant beesh ? Back to the train. I realised one of the reasons why the crowd parted for her was because she was like a goddess that graced us mere mortals with her presence on the Victoria line and partly because she had three big bags of Ann Summers and Victoria secret. Now things began to make sense to me, this goddess had an active sex life and wasn't afraid to show it. I got thinking about underwear. How many of you in long term relationships now see underwear as a basic human right not something for your other half to get some enjoyment from. When I go to the shop to purchase underwear, I give it the most vigorous stretch test that even a 500 year old Egyptian mummy would be so proud of my attention to detail of elasticity. I want to know if it will stand the test of time. I talk to the underwear, telling them of the "Family 5 year plan" (you are part of us now forever so I need to do my due diligence). I spend hours looking at reviews of the newest most comfortable bras with air lite technology but bras like that look like they were designed by the Church of Seventh day adventists. Why does it have to be so? Why cant we have comfort and sexy? Or Why can't I be the one who does underwear shopping like it is a hobby not a chore? Pick out pieces for an Egyptian princess not a mummy? Choose style over comfort and strut with the bags on the tube unapologetically. I really don't have the answers, I may have to get back to you on this one because I was rudely interrupted by the sale alarm I put online for "the it bra for mums sold over 200 in Madagascar alone" sigh. That day after the train goddess encounter I got so triggered that I went online for a good ole shopping experience for underwear, one I have never embarked on before but firmly shut my laptop because I just couldnt go through with it. I need comfort too so I am on a mission to find a brand that does both and subsequently boost their profits by 25%. If you know of this mythical brand please let me know, I don't want a repeat of walking PAST Victoria Secret with hubby where he pushed me inside so hard that I got severe whiplash and a concussion ?. Help me pipo I need to find that brand. Please comment below. About this outfit I saw these boots at public desire in March/April this year. I had seen the Balenciaga version and thought no difference, I will get them. Two days Later, sold out! I couldn't believe my eyes. I cried (there was some wailing too), then I opened the bible to give me verses on strength. I was on the phone to public desire and was put on a waiting list (when you are not Chanel or Hermes) but you are affordable so God is good all the time ?. Finally in August I got a shipment, I passed out when I saw the long package and knew exactly what it was. Unfortunately these are sold out so you can get an alternative here Blazer- Hubbys closet ? Charles Trywitt blazer Skirt Zara (old) Until next time Buttercups. Don't forget to drop a comment below.
The compliments kept coming during this shoot and my strides became longer, bolder, more confident like a Lagos London commercial flight full of people who knew what they wanted in life, the opportunity to spend money and boost the UK economy. "Red is definitely your colour" "You look so good in red" "You look like you are going somewhere, please take me there" I allowed these kind words bathe my mind and hours later found myself on the oasis of online fashion (Asos) with my search results looking like.... My new mantra RED = PAWA. Since this post coincides with the American mothers day, I am going to make this post about working mothers who many times are running a business too. You need to wear red every damn day with a Cape that says "SUPERMAN WHO?" (Can he even multi task ?) Mother's, you are awesome You are ENOUGH! You are doing a GOOD JOB! You are STRONG You are ABLE You are a WARRIOR Please take out time to appreciate yourself daily. Buy yourself a gift and pat yourself on the back because mama, you are magical. Outfit deets Jumpsuit: Boohoo here Hat: TK sale here Earrings: Etsy here Until next time ☺.
Happy Monday guys. This week I am full of hope and aspirations. I have done my "to do" list for the week, my haka dance has been completed (in private) and I am good to go. Before I get into the ootd, I will like to give you the gist of how I embarrassed myself at the gym last week ?. Here we go. I got back from school run one faithful morning and decided to go straight to the gym. While wrestling with the decision of what point to take off my wig through out the entire trip, I decided I will do it slyly in the car once I park up at the gym just to avoid changing room palaver. So that's what I did. Took it off so fast that superman himself with his laser vision wouldn't have noticed. Put on my sunglasses and bounced into the gym. I was feeling good, about to get my workout on, murder some fat cells, pump some iron. So my routine began: Stair climber - 15 minutes, lateral ski master - 20 minutes and then to the floor exercise, I was about to flex muscles and show them who is boss. Half way through my routine I catch some stares but I am all good, I can deadlift 60kg don’t y’all worry about my slender self ?, slim fit init ?. I am strolling past the muscle mirror when was forced to take a double look, I almost fainted!!!! body and spirit collapsed in perfect sync ?. Father take control of this situation. Ladies and gentlemen my wig cap was still on my head the whole damn time, I cried out to the Lord, whyyyyyyy!!!! Why do bad things happen to good pipo ?. I was mortified, to everyone else I was wearing tights on my head like a crazy person. I was crazy and they knew it guys. So damage control mode activated after some hot tears of humiliation and cries of anguish. What do I do now, do I take it off before more people see me or do I style it out? Style it out it was because Warri cannot what? carry last. So I got me some kettle bells, took my wig cap off, wore it on my palm and started lifting the kettle bells. Wig cap turned kettle bells gloves ?, dass how we roll up in hurr. That was my story y'all. No weapon fashioned against me shall prosper, my village pipo did not win this one. Now that you have all laughed at my expense and I have entertained you this Monday morning. Let me say a thing or two about my outfit. White shirt: FREE, stolen from my husbands closet. Trust me to take the most expensive crisp one. This is mine now, he has about one million of these so boy bye ?. Distressed jeans shorts: Primark £12 I have loved these knee length jeans since I saw them on Kim K. My baby boy needs no introductions *flicks hair* That's all from me guys. Until next time.
I have featured a few of Ms edivine designs recently on instagram and to be honest I love every piece that was sent to me. Easy to wear ankara pieces that just speak to my print soul. This dress is my absolute favourite availabke in two colours. Check out the website www.msedivine.com for more designs from this amazing brand. This easy to wear dress is amazing and can be dressed up or down. I wore this to a friends birthday, I didn't want to look super dressy but wanted to look good too (you know how we do ?). Next time I will tell you of the most embarrassing thing that happened to me last week. Oh gash. Until next time buttercups.
So at the weekend I went to Bruno Mars concert by myself, all together now... *awwwww * ?. I'll tell you the story. When these tickets became available for sale a few months ago, I missed out and before I knew it all the tickets had gone. I was devastated, I love Bruno Mars. Fast forward one day before the concert, I found some tickets and this ministered to my spirit, it was meant to be so I decided I was going. I called a few friends and no one wanted to come at such short notice so do you know what I did? I got me, myself and I VIP tickets and went just like that. I thought to myself, what would you regret the most 1. Going to one of the favourite artist's concert on your own or 2. Missing out all together You guessed it, I wasn't going to miss out so I asked my own damn self on a date and you know what? I accepted the date. It felt good because I tell you something now, this was the second best concert I have ever been after the Queen B of course. Bruno gave us a show to remember. The production was amazing and still had that jazz club live band feel to it. Here is why I had an amazing time with myself 1. We grabbed something to eat before the show and we didn't argue about where to go or what to have, it was like we were in perfect sync ? 2. We got ID'ed at the bar twice! That's how young and youthful we looked *flicks hair* 3. When Bruno sang "Treasure" we serenaded each other 4. We sang Bruno songs while skipping home holding hands ? It was fun to say the least. Try it next time, take your bougie self on a date and see how you like it. Outfit deets Denim Jacket: Missguided Striped trousers: River Island Earrings HnM (old) Shoes: Newlook