thirdworldcitizen

This is what a dress three size bigger looks like, maybe four...it doesn't matter, I made my point :-) Fashion scares me quite a bit. It is one of those things I do not really understand, it terrifies me when I get to see what it has done to people on the streets, its horrible! It was easy back when I was a carefree child untouched by leopard print skirts and zebra inspired handbags and belts. I am not saying I wore this animal inspired clothing, no , on the contrary I try as much I can to understand why someone would dress up like a leopard. Well, I tried and till now, I have no idea why. Fashion to me is about comfort, comfort and more comfort. It was fun wearing cardigan, a T-shirt with my favourite cartoon character, a maroon trouser and sneakers, that was longtime ago, back when I was eleven. Now its complicated, I am too old for that and too young to dress in a potato sack. Being reminded that life is too short for crappy clothes with the hope that I might enshroud

“We are all crazy but our degree of craziness do vary”, a quote I heard somewhere long time ago, and the one who said I do not recall. This quote however, does explain a lot of things that tend to happen in places that are highly frequented by people. Based on my every day experience, if I were to proclaim that majority of people I encounter are a little bit light in the head, I will be doing humanity an injustice. Thus, I choose to call them, highly confident people who live in a parallel city of Nairobi. For instance, matatus are not only a mode of transport, as I have come to learn, but a cuboid/rectangular (I am not good with shapes) structure with seats and windows that can move your tired and beaten body to your desired destination. And in this vehicles that occasionally serve as a moving club that plays ridiculous songs, there are customers; some angels and some a reincarnation of the Sith lord himself. Why would a woman built like a baby hippo squeeze herself between em