Do you believe in second chances? That people can change and that the universe conspires to let things work in your favor? Imagine living out your day dreams waking up to the realization that your life may not be perfect but the way you wake up feeling happy, the Hope you have for tomorrow make it all seem perfect.
Life is never a straight and narrow road, there are disappointments, heartbreaks, we love and at times we lose ourselves. You were the light at the end of the tunnel, you were my rock when times got tough, you encouraged me to push myself harder, when I felt like I was losing my mind you gripped me tighter and told me everything is going to be alright.
When i stumbled and fell, crawled through the mud you were right there at the end of the mess ready to pick me up and wipe me clean. I sit here day dreaming of how far you have taken me, we would talk about traveling the world together, sharing ideas over a fresh pot of green tea in India. Lazy days falling asleep on hammocks.
Through the brightest of days or the scariest of nights you made me laugh louder and shared in my pain as you watched me cry myself to sleep, I disappointed you several times and every time I would hurt you, but there you were waiting for me to run back.
You told me that I am enough, that I am a promise. When I would ask you what’s next you would laugh and tell me to lean on you and not on my own understanding. I’ve pushed you for answers and threatened to leave if you would not give me what I wanted. I’ve been selfish, scared and anxious. But there was never a time when I felt alone even through the pain you were there, a light, my hope.
My Lord, my Heavenly Father, my hope and my everlasting home, my favorite day dream
About the look:
My dress is from YDE I love how romantic, ethereal and the boho chic twist, I wanted to make it cool and casual and less like I’m wearing a wedding dress. I paired the dress with sneakers and this cool rustic looking jacked from Forever 21.
My season has ended, and so a new one begins. Winter’s old death, turning into spring’s new life. Sleeping flowers awaken, unleashing the beauty that lay dormant.
A bitter chill, to a warm breeze. A wailing howling wind, to the peaceful sounds of birds chirping. Frosts grip loosens and turns to morning dew. Embracing what was once taken for granted.
Life, love and liberty. Life once overlooked, now life looked over. Love once ignored, now love is explored. A prisoner once chained to mind,
Now liberated, my spirit roams free. The new season brings new rules.Not the rules of my old existence, But the rules of universal love. For my love to be true,
My life must be as well.
As it is love’s experience, That emerges from life’s journey.
About the look: The dress is a mix of sexy and sweet and it’s the perfect little floral dress to wear to a wedding or a formal spring occasion, i love dressing up and feeling girly. The dress is from Mr Price and my amazing platform brogues are from my new favorite store the FIX South Africa.
You said we could make this work, in a ragging laughter I kept calling you a kite, you know I only have as much access to you as natural forces would allow me.
You let me fly half way across the universe only to discover that your mind is made up, that you would rather explore the four corners of the earth alone without me.
The road less travelled is a long winding road with various destinations along the way, we find love and we lose it, we see a shooting a star and in a glimpse it’s gone.
We swim through endless streams only to arrive on the other side broken and lost, the beauty of being young is that we’re constantly fighting with our internal selves. We play with the notion of freedom yet suffer in anxiety when things don’t go according to plan.
My dear you’re young still dabbling in your 20s, you’re not in a race, take your time, dance in the rain, laugh uncontrollably at yourself, wake up and dress up like your about to give the best performance of your life. Commit to nothing and explore everything (almost).
Love like your heart depends on it and when you walk away as hard as it may seem sometimes find the strength to love what God has created, indulge in as many amazing dishes as possible, don’t fuss about your weight too much curvy is also very cute.
Live your life, walk on the edge and don’t ever forget to smile and take those risks even if they don’t pay off you would have learned something new about yourself.
We recently celebrated Youth Mouth here in South Africa so to all the young people create your own oasis and chase after those dreams, dare to dream bigger each day.
About the look: I found this amazing striped jumpsuit at the sale section in Fochini, it’s the perfect piece for any occasion and any season. It was really hot this weekend and i wanted to go for a resort look.
The hat, the shoes and the clutch bag i feel are the perfect accessories to balance the slightly busy jumpsuit.
I really hope you enjoyed this look and post, please let me know what you think.
We celebrated Africa Day on the 25 May and it just really got me thinking for the longest time I never truly embraced my Xhosa heritage. I battled with this for the longest time. I recall a time when I was in grade one and my best friend Tegwin use to suck at her stringy blonde locks during class and I found this weirdly fascinating. For as long as I could remember I always wanted to be like all my Caucasian friends, to tell you truth I was the only black girl in my group of girlfriends growing up. The words ‘coconut’, ‘oreo’, ‘white girl’ followed me wherever I went.
The way I spoke my own language was never good enough for the black children in my school, they assumed I was better than them, more privileged because I did not live in the township and they had a problem with the fact that I was picked up by my grandmother from school every day.
Even when I look at my former dating life the very first boy I ever had a crush on was Steven and my best friend had a crush on his twin brother Kyle. Tegwin and I would sit on the playground talking about double dating the twins, where we would go and what we would talk about. The only time I really knew I was black was when my aunt refused to buy me jelly shoes and opted to get me leather shoes instead, going back home from school really put a lot of things in perspective for me, but I still battled to fit my culture into my everyday life.
I was the biggest fan of the spice girls and whenever we would play Spice girls at aftercare my friends always insisted I be ‘Scary Spice’ and I would plain out refuse or I would sit out and watch. I was not willing to be the black girl in the Spice girls. I want to be Emma Bunting “Baby Spice” from the Spice Girls.
The latter years of High School were spent with a few of the women I still call friends today they were all black and my best friend Pelisa who was mixed race we were also scrutinized because we as a group of young black women spoke really good English so good they called us fake.
I truly came to embrace who I am when I visited family in London I spent six months in Canning Town, London living with my family (my aunt and my uncle) who are a mixed Xhosa and Congolese family. Living with my culturally diverse family I really learned to embrace who I am and my Xhosa culture and roots. While my uncle spoke French in the house, my aunt and I spoke Xhosa every day and my cousin only knew how to speak English it’s not real English thou it’s a street version of English called cockney/London slang.
London is a country with a melting pot of cultures and nationalities and it really makes you appreciate where you come from. I arrived at the realization that coming from the country and culture that I do is such a privilege and I didn’t come across one African national living in London who was not proud of where they come from, the various languages they could speak, the amazing African delicacies they ate daily and the strict cultural upbringing, morals and values they had adapted living in a first world country.
I found myself tweeting in Xhosa and listening to African artists all my friends back home were quite surprised but I was indeed coming into my own person. I also decided to cut off all my stringy, limp relaxed hair and decided to be natural and embrace the hair I was born with. You can call it a divine intervention, I call it growth and appreciation of who I am. I am no longer that black goth girl who listens to death metal and who wears all black or the girl who carried her skate board around with a ton of snap backs (I was an Avril Lavigne want to be at some stage) that was not really who I was, I was discovering various facets of who I was.
I am now a Xhosa farm girl from Hamburg and Peddie in the Eastern Cape, who can speak five languages (isiXhosa, English, Zulu, Sotho and Afrikaans) who can trace her ancestry as far back as Germany and Swaziland and yes I’m still discovering all the other cultures that fall in between.
I’ve learned in life never be afraid to come into your own embrace your beauty, your uniqueness, your mistakes and look forward to discovering more of who you are.
Yours in Peace, love and happy vibes
– Vuyolwethu Hole (meaning our Joy in isiXhosa), don’t ask about the surname i don’t know either
Sorry for the silence when life gets hectically busy I tend to lose focus and neglect your passions which for me amongst other things is blogging. So my style crush for this week has to be Yaya DaCosta, I mean look at all that hair, the colourful pieces and the fierce poses ohhh girl. She got me snapping my finger as well. She’s posing like the rent is due tomorrow.
What iconic musician does she remind you off? My pick would be Diana Ross
I first caught sight of Yaya from that TV show called Americas Next Top Model (ANTM) after she left the show she blossomed and became a well know face in the natural hair community with various images of her and her afro all over social networks.
She also caused what the media would label as “controversy” when she posed pictures of herself breast feeding her new born baby. Now if you ask there’s nothing controversial about feeding your baby I mean she/he has got to eat right? My opinion.
Back to the editorial these are the kind of images that you can stick up in an art gallery, hotel, restaurant or my future walk in closet (a girl has got to dream right?) the eclectic and colorful background really being out the texture and print in the clothing. When I see these images I instantly thing of Solange Knowles and how she could literally pull off anyone of these looks.
I’m inspired to go bolder and bolder with my fabric and colour choices next time I go shopping or thrifting, I hate boring clothing and this editorial reminds how life is too short to wear beige head to toe (my opinion).