I had a meeting yesterday afternoon that I missed because….hmmmm…. how can I say this… I wasn’t appropriately dressed to suit my audience. I personally thought I was dressed fine but my colleague didn’t think that my chosen outfit was the best choice. After a minor heart attack and several breaths of air to calm myself down, I decided not to attend the meeting. My excitement had gone from 100 to zero in a span of 10 minutes which was the exact time we spend talking about my outfit. I went home and spent the afternoon with Beck but at the back of my mind, I was still very bothered by the whole thing.

The meeting was taking place in a school and so I’m guessing that I was supposed to wear a nun’s costume? I mean this is 2014 not the middle ages. Below is a picture of what I wore. I took these way before my dismissal. In my opinion, it’s as demure as it can get. I stuck to black, had minimal make up and jewellery. I could have worn pants but none of my jeans and pants fit me post pregnancy and this skirt was the closest to something I could wear to fit the occasion. Anyway the whole ordeal had me thinking about my personal style.


My personal style is something that I happen to take very seriously. It’s also the way I love to express myself. I literally go to bed planning my next outfit and while this has sometimes changed the next morning depending on my mood, I always wear an outfit with an intention and definitely with a purpose. I love this quote by Orson Welles because it defines me as a person and definitely my style.

“Style is knowing who you are, what you want to say, and not giving a damn”

Another quote I absolutely love about STYLE is by Charles Bukowski

“Style is the answer to everything.
A fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous thing
To do a dull thing with style is preferable to doing a dangerous thing without it
To do a dangerous thing with style is what I call art

Bullfighting can be an art
Boxing can be an art
Loving can be an art
Opening a can of sardines can be an art

Not many have style
Not many can keep style
I have seen dogs with more style than men,
although not many dogs have style.
Cats have it with abundance.

When Hemingway put his brains to the wall with a shotgun,
that was style.
Or sometimes people give you style
Joan of Arc had style
John the Baptist
García Lorca.

I have met men in jail with style.
I have met more men in jail with style than men out of jail.
Style is the difference, a way of doing, a way of being done.
Six herons standing quietly in a pool of water,
or you, naked, walking out of the bathroom without seeing me.”

There’s not more I could add to that because yes style is like art to me. An outfit always takes me back to the memory of how I woke up that morning, what my life was like, which perfume I used to accompany the outfit, which trends were in fashion at the time, whether I was single or in love, which music I was obsessing about at the time.

2011 was the toughest year of my life. I would never wish any of my experiences on my worst enemy. I’m amazed I even survived it even through 2012. By the end of 2012, I was at my wits end on the direction my life was taking and I really needed a creative outlet. I decided to start with enhancing my style choices from trying different hairstyles, make up and I scraped my old wardrobe and bought a whole new closet too. Little did I know this would be an amazing therapy.

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I spent my free afternoon today going through my albums and it’s amazing the transformation I have gone through by focusing on myself, what makes me happy and how I present myself to the world. I’m also happy to say that there has been a lot growth in my choices. I chose a couple of pictures (from late 2012 to present) with outfits really signify milestones I am proud of.


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Sankara Nights

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Blankets & Wine

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1st time at Nairobi’s Taboo… definitely better than Sandton’s Taboo

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Brew Bistro Nights


My love affair with lipstick intensifies MAC RUBY WOO is the shit!.

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Kicking the Last Friday of 2012 to the curb.



Valentines Day 2013

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Elections Day 2013. My First Lady style interpretation.


1st time with a short bob hairstyle.


My 1st Kenya’s Fashion High Tea.

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I turn a quarter of a century. My 25th Birthday. August 2013

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My 1st Rift Valley Festival in Naivasha (the East African Coachella)

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On the set of my 1st TV Directing gig for TV Drama Series STAY


The day I found out I was pregnant with my beautiful BECK… My waist was snatched 😉


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Dressing up the baby bump after the New Year


At my True Love EA Magazine photo shoot for the March 2014 Issue, I wore this peplum top to hide my baby bump and my boobs were starting to get out of control. That top made them look yummy though 😉


My 2nd Fashion High Tea.

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Valentines Day 2014. Also the day I got engaged 😉


Still trying to work it in heels at The Westhouse Hotel.


I announced my pregnancy to the world. Beck was ready and popping. 6 months pregnant.


Arriving my baby shower in Johannesburg. 29 March 2014

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30 Weeks Pregnant visiting family in South Africa.


36 weeks. 2nd Baby Shower in Nairobi.

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Post Baby Holiday in Watamu. 6 Weeks Postpartum.


My 26th Birthday. August 2014


Mama gets her groove back at A Party About Nothing.

Looking at these pictures makes me smile and I reckon it is time to strip my old closet and re build a new one post baby. I would like mothers who read this to share with me their ways of expressing themselves. Please comment below 🙂


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