A few days ago I
slipped out of the office to run a quick errand for my bestie.
I work right in the middle of this beautiful
city of Nairobi and trust me this is where the magic happens. So I finish running my errand and briskly walk back towards the office (just in case my boss is
watching) least I look like I don’t have some focus. I cross Wabera Street and
head towards our office building which is right next to Trattoria Restaurant.
Seconds before I enter the building two motor bikes zoom passed me hooting as
the rider screams “uuuuuuuwwwwwwii!” next thing sirens rent the air and then
this mammoth crowd comes running towards me as a cloud of smoke swells up behind them.
In a split
second I become part of the “greatest” marathon ever “The tear gas race.”
" The adrenaline was rushing through my veins
and all I could see ahead was the yellow finish line and I knew my dreams had come
true. Million dollar endorsements deals from Nike, Reebok or maybe the face of
Monster Energy drink, the paparazzi following me everywhere, right there I knew this was it. There was not a single
soul within a hundred meters in sight as the Chariots of Fire sound
track glared through the stadium speakers admits the crowd chanting my name “ALAKA
ALAKA ALAKA!!!!” I burst through the yellow finish line torso first..……….."
Hold up Hold up!!!! "Can somebody tell me why we are running?"..…Then coughing started and it just would not stop .The darn tear gas had caught
up with. It was chocking me out of my dreams and I could not help but shed “tears”
because of all the sneezing and the persistent irritating feeling in my throat and nose from the chilly/pepper they put in those canisters.
When
reality checked in I realized I had ran the down Mama Ngina street up to The Hilton Hotel. Screaming and hooting replaced the Chariots of Fire track playing in the background, no more
crowds chanting, just me panting so hard my lungs felt like they were going to
burst out my chest. I straighten my three piece suit and walked away (of couse in the opposite direction least somebody recognizes me) like nothing had happened towards the office.
I knew was built for
gold medals but why my mother thought I would make a good lawyer I just do not
understand.
So apparently
the motorbike operators were having a scuffle with the City Council askaris who were operating illegally within the Central Business District. In their wisdom or luck thereof
they took the protest to City Hall with an aim of having a word with the
Governor. The protestors became so rowdy the Police had to disperse the crowd with
tear gas and lil’ol me got caught in the middle.
“Man I can run” …..Pamela Jelimo got nothing on me! This was the highlight of my week ladies and gentlemen please feel free to
share if yours was more dramatic than mine.
Now to matters
fashion. I am slowly getting accustomed to
my bangs. I like them short because its simple to wake up and style on crazy
days such as these.
I love this over sized yellow jacket that I got at Toi Market for Ksh 100. (such a steal right?) It gives any outfit life, color and love trust me! So amazing. This neck piece mmmmh!!! I just keep reaching for it even though I have picked something else...Thou shall not judge me!
Nothing streams versatility like an ombre top. Its one color that blends into another gotta love it alright. I paired with some black harem pants and the wedges to add a little twist.
Yellow Over sized Jacket- Toi Market
Ombre Top-Mr. Price (Galleria)
Harem Pants- Vendor in Langata
Wedges- Online
Chain and Earrings- Juvel Kollection
Ring- Nairobi Fashion Market
Enjoy your weekend Folks!!!
MOCHA CHICA!
