One of the biggest highlights of 2018 for me was collaborating with Nia The Light
This year has been such a significant year. 21 days
This shoot was really symbolic for me as it shows some of the different styles I possess. I think everyday woman should be able to unlock the different aspects of themselves freely without any judgement or fear of what others will think. Let your soul shine. You do not have to be one thing or look one way. The world we live in right now has such emphasis of people being in a group and sticking to that. I’ve realized it makes people feel safe and a part of something. So let’s all focus on building that sense of safe and home within us.
Being a young woman has been full of so much growth. Most recently I have been discovering my sensual and confident side. I’ve always been very shy and an earthy kind of girl but the more I grow the more I want to discover different aspects of myself. My body is changing and the way I see myself is too. I’ve been single for a long time now and I think it’s such a liberating thing for me to grow through in my life right now because I am gaining an understanding of the kind of love I want to give to myself and the love I want to receive. I am setting my own standard because I am deserving of the love I keep trying to give to everyone else.
I’m in a space where I have an immense amount of gratitude daily for the life I live. Since I was 16 I feel like life just went by and I had all these amazing experiences but because of how jam packed it was, I didn’t get to truly live in the moment. Now that I have my own home, I spend a lot of time alone and I’ve found myself reflecting on my life and all of the things I have achieved.
A couple of weeks ago I went to the village to visit my family.
As usual my grandmother wouldn't sit down and went along with her routine, preparing maize for ugali flour, so as usual I took lots of pictures!
I was delights to see the amount of rain that they're having and could barely recognise the landscape, it has been transformed. The grass has shot up creating a beautiful green carpet dotted with beautiful white flowers.
My friends have been planting and are flurishing.
It still amazes me how easy it is to get so wrapped up in daily life and superficial things. Visiting this village always brings me back to basics. The simple joy and happiness at a little rain is absolutely beautiful.
Count your blessings.
In April I visited a new Country, Hungary. My family and I stayed in a lovely Airbnb apartment located right in the centre of the beautiful city if Budapest. I took over 1500 images on our 5 day trip but I've selected my favourites to share with you all in 4 blogposts; The Beautiful City Of Budapest, Budapest By Night, GoPro Budapest & Sunrise At The Fisherman's Bastion.
Central Market Hall
This month I was lucky enough to head over to Budapest Hungary! I'm so excited to show you all the photo's from the stunning City...
Here's a little taster of what is to come.
I've decided to do a little project called 'Where the Jacaranda falls'.
Send me your favourite images of where the flowers have fallen and I will add them to my collage which will be featured here on my website!
In the meantime, here are some of this seasons beautiful Jacaranda's along Ngong Road.
through chicken wire lenses
floats in spaces criss-cross
vexing her body,
as the pixel splattered
frey of her borderless image
stirs shy dust with the pulse
undulating earth into the clover
clouds she palm pockets, above
the valley's tread of herself,
where they peer at her, behind
the stare she has learned not see,
she falls under night, green
glowing larval markings
defend her mapped moist wings
with the dark's parasitic grains,
crests a butterfly in the waves
her wingwind orchestrates
surging in dream
she sees them playing,
begging to invent the infinite
incapacity of her world,
and so, the unconscious stirring
stippling her shadow,
it's light is hidden
Barefoot soul, live
in the art the word
has taught us to forget
out of the anaemic silence
of the sun’s warp, daydreaming
in the dark Classroom’s depth
begot and beaten into learning
how to live behind the blood’s
bottled confusion of skin,
The endless conflict
of a porous bruise,
leaking into morning’s ritual
of Mamas laying out makaa
out of the fire of yesterday,
Hens cluck songs from fear
and men hear the struck screams
of themselves, distantly-
in the choral playground of today’s
concealed imitation of tomorrow,
games are stone scratched
on the sands of the moon, blind
folded hopscotch frames
in which to resolve
But tell me when, when
does one ever grow up?
to become perfectly chiral
to the prism jar, glassed
in the existence
of a hemorrhagic past?