A little bit of nothing
“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 empty seats in the process
sending a good number of us to a corner with our heads pressed up against a
window so that she can get to the back seat? And God have mercy on your soul if
you complain that you might have suffered head trauma in the process, there
will not be “I am sorry”, but a look that will make you question sanity and
everything normal.
And as much as I would like to admit that
I have zero experience in the world of fashion, there are sometimes when I feel
like I am beyond average in this industry based on linen, cotton, design and many
other things I fail to mention here (I am really bad with this one). Fashion is a personal choice, which reflects
the environment we live in and interact in amongst others. However, there are
bold people out there who can manage to leave their house in such a way that
will turn heads and make their fellow citizens question themselves, a rare occurrence
for Kenyans I must say. And in light of the current undressing of women in
Nairobi, no man or woman has a right to assault any person in public or in
private. This is not a debatable issue, period. On the absurdity of fashion
though, I am indeed fascinated by the bravery or lack of taste thereof among
some morning commuters to the city central. I never thought seeing a woman in
tights, high heels and a shirt two size small will remind me of a slightly obese
baby zebra.
And kudos to the young vibrant residents
who are bringing African prints back on top! The level of hipstery is too damn
high, and it’s all for good. Rocking kitenge trousers, bold print blazers, pink
socks, and a Maasai print satchel, this is the new bold Kenyan
guy..errr...hispter!
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