Getting Married in Zambia | Step 3: Kitchen Party – The Fashion

In Zambia, being invited to a KP is the perfect excuse to look good- its like a fashion show with models of all ages and sizes.
My day  was filled with so much colour and culture- starting with the decor, my outfit, the uniform chitenge worn in different patterns by the bride’s committee,  to the colourful outfits worn by the guests. 

Here are some looks from the KP:


My look, designed by Esnoko


Bride and Groom matching outfits by Esnoko


Some patterns by my ladies


I loved Nosizwe's bright pink heels


Jane's (LeSizzleCafe) unique top paired with a black skirt


Guests: My King's sisters


MOB (centre) stole the show!

That’s all folks!

OOTD: Kinda Funky, Kinda Fresh

What do you wear when you are supposed to look sporty yet you cannot you cannot wear your gym gear to church? And you are rocking some funky braided up-do?

Leather. And sneakers.




Outfit details:
Hair: Yami’s Collections, Arcades Mall Lusaka, Zambia
Tee: ‘Thiefted” from Hubby’s wardrobe  (but originally from Mr. Price)
Skirt: Dorothy Perkins
Sneakers: random sports store in Berlin

Special mentions:
MOA: Moi, as in me! I know right?
Photography: Selfie-stick (hubby has been replaced)

Ps: white ankle socks also thiefted from hubby – what’s his is mine kikikiki

Kinda funky, kinda fresh.


Peace out.

‘Hair’ We Go…again

Sooo…It’s almost 6 months since I big chopped..and what a six months it has been…I guess you could call this my ‘half 1st year anniversary’ (I know that doesn’t make sense). 

Anyway. …in that time I have fallen in love with my natural hair, cried over it, dreamt I permed it again and seriously considered it, fallen in love with it again..and so the cycle goes..

According to research (puts on spectacles for that serious look), I have what the experts call 4c hair…which just means that I have that stubborn, coily, almost unmanageable, make you wanna cry, kind of hair. See for yourself…


Nappy, kinky, coily

This is why I’ve spent the better part of six months with my hair braided in different ‘protective’ styles (I don’t get that whole protective styling thing, hence the air quotes…what makes it protective anyway?) kinda like this…


Twists/Afro Kinky Twists

I haven’t quite gotten into making my own oils and potions, so i would lie if i said i use the ‘Lock-in method’, or is it called ‘Green house effect’…my hair regime consists mainly of Shea butter and some pretty good shampoo and conditioner. A friend and fellow naturalista advised me to invest in some of these home made conditioners to help improve the texture of my hair, so i am considering it, but I draw the line at the green house.

Despite my lazyness (lets call a spade by its proper name name) I have seen some good growth…


Growth see?

…although I find that my hair is at that funny length where its not short enough that my TWA comes out right (I think), and its not long enough to tie into a puff… (hence the temptation to perm it)…. but I have decided to perservere with my natural look.

Yes, I’m going to stick it out, despite the funny looks from my brother and the sarcastic comments from workmates about whether ‘that hair is per approved dress code policy’ (Zambia is still so far from embracing the ‘Natural movement’, if at all one can call it that, especially in the professional environment…but that’s a debate for another day, and probably for someone with the energy to fight it)

Instead I have decided to get a lil bit more creative with my styling…



My latest hair style has me with some patterned cornrows, leaving out the front of my hair for that ‘wash n’ go effect.  What do you think?

I quite like it. 

Not sure if my employers will appreciate my efforts though.

I don’t care.

Naturally yours,

NappyKinkyCoilyDIVA 🙂

Embracing Me , Naturally

Life ater ‘The Big Chop’ has had its ups and downs. Here’s a lil breakdown…

2 days after chopping my hair off with a pair of scissors, I asked  Mr Man (a.k.a myTonga Bull) to take me to the local barbershop to trim’ the ends and level it up.

What an experience! 

What was meant to be a trim turned out to be a haircut (massacre)…long story short,  I discovered that hair (or lack thereof) can invoke (yes invoke, cause that’s how deep it was) some deep rooted emotional skeletons…ones which in my case led me to tears and to the point of refusing to go to work the day after said ‘trimming’ ordeal. 

Anywhoo…I’ve since been educated on how to comb said massacre by the very loving before mentioned Mr Man, (who has had several years experience in that area, despite having developed a preference for what im told the experts call a brush cut), and though it hasnt exactly been smooth sailing, its been a good 2 months.

Insert time line of pictures here:


Pre- massacre








Im still transitioning- emotionally.

Sometimes I love my hair and sometimes I hate it. It’s mine.

Nappy, Curvy (sometimes emotional) African DIVA

The Big Chop

After last night’s mini anxiety attack, I couldn’t sleep (yes, over hair….don’t you roll your eyes at me! )

So I finally decided that in order to get some sleep and not end up failing to get up for church, I would just have to chop my hair…yep, ‘The Big Chop’. And so after midnight last night (or rather, early this morning) I did!


I understand now why its called ‘The Big Chop’, because it really is a hard decision to make. Leaving behind the security of the image of yourself you have had for a long part of your life… for me, an image I’ve had since I was about 7 years old.  Its definitely not easy…it’s not surprising I even had a dream about it.

Whether my anxiety was warranted or not, as I write this I’m reminded of the scripture “Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.” -Philippians 4:6.

Now, I’m sure you are thinking that God didn’t mean anxiety over hair  but do you see the words ANYTHING and EVERYTHING in that scripture I’ve just quoted? Yes, I think even big chop anxiety qualifies.  What I mean is that, nothing is to big or too small for God…if it concerns you, he is interested. He wants to be who we turn to in our time of need, no matter how silly we think it is. So if my request is to still look feminine after chopping my hair, I present it to God and thank Him because He has already done it.

I encourage you to take even the silly things to God and see it change your attitude and mindset.

This is why, I know I rocked my new look, its all about your attitude baby! (im convinced that sentence needed a ‘baby’ to drive my point hehehe).

Phew! That’s a lot of words just to tell you I did it. A week before my birthday as I initially planned. And I LOVE it.



Curvy African Nappy DIVA.

The BC (Big Chop)


In March of this year, I decided to stop ‘relaxing’ my hair (using chemicals to straighten it). This means I have been transitioning (getting back to my natural hair without chopping it all off) for the last 8 months.

I told myself I would do the ‘BC’ on my birthday which is in exactly 1 week. I think I am having a bit of anxiety over it because last night I dreamt I had chopped my hair…though in my dream I was rocking a fabulous TWA (teeny weeny afro).

Part of why im anxious is because I’m scared I won’t look feminine (I chopped my hair once before in high school and I begged my mum not to make me go back to school that term (I thought I looked too much like my dad…I should try unearth some photos from that era). 
The second major reason is because I’m planning on getting married soon (in less than 9 but more than 4 months…lol gotta keep you guessing) and friends and family have been discouraging me from doing it.

So here I am, having just taken out my weave and trimmed off the ends, holding my scissors, tempted to chop my hair now rather than wait a week. What difference will a week make?

Decisions,  decisions.


Curvy African Maybe Natural (by the end of the night) Diva.