Mixing Prints


Jacket & Shoes: Target | Top: Primark | Jeans: ASOS Tall | Bag: Nine West

I hope you are all having a good start to your week! As I am writing this I am currently in the train going to work. I am going to make this short and sweet. These pictures were taken yesterday after church. My brother and I went to his old high school. He thought the pictures would look better with the trees in the background. He was right! I also have to say, his photography skills have gotten a lot better (partially due to yours truly) but he really stepped up with these pictures. #ProudSister. 

Let’s get to this outfit. I wanted an outfit that gave office wear vibes with a casual twist. Our church is very causal but I wanted to look put together and play around with mixing prints. The best way to wear two different prints is to pull the attraction away from the key pieces. The key pieces of clothing that have prints in this look are minimal and do not consume the whole outfit. By pairing this striped shirt with cheetah print shoes and throwing on a grey jacket, this dulls down the pieces and allows the opposing prints to work well together. Something else to keep in mind is when mixing prints make sure the colors do not clash. I paired black, white and grey therefore these minimal hues will not clash with a print as bold as cheetah.  

Slow Down - Playlist


It has been a long time since I have made a playlist. We all know how obsessive I get when it comes to finding new music. Can we talk about how are we already half way done with 2016?!?! I know everyone says that but seriously, what?!?! This year needs to step on the breaks and slow the hell down. I am even more nervous about the future because I am almost done with college and the idea of leaving school is terrifying to me. Anyways, this playlist per usual is a collection of the recent songs and artists I have been loving. Hopeful these songs are good enough the halt time and make this year seem longer.

How are you guys doing? How's summer treating ya? ☀️😘

High Museum of Art | Atlanta

What is my ideal summer day, you ask? (You didn’t but i’ll tell you anyways 😁teehee) It is looking at breathtaking art, walking around taking in the city heights and of course stuffing my face with delicious food. This past weekend I did all of that and more. I mentioned in the past how I never truly appreciated Atlanta when I went to high school an hour and a half away. I think this is because of the distance. Everything in Georgia is large just like most southern American things tend to be. The roads, the cars, the food and even the people (not only in weight but in height). I love all these things about the south but one thing I do not love is the distance. Since everything is large therefore spacious it can take a lot of time to get anywhere. That’s why I say, no one really “lives” in Atlanta. Only if you are downtown but the majority of people that say they live in Atlanta live at least 45mins to an hour away. That is the main reason I never truly got to appreciate this amazing city because I was never really “in” this amazing city. I was stuck in suburbia. Now that I work downtown I have more time to explore. This weekend one of my really good friends from college, Michelle spent the weekend with me and we had a lot of fun. She flew in Friday morning and we went shopping and saw a movie. I finally got to see Captain America: Civil War, which I loved! Saturday was when we had the most fun. We spent the whole day (and eventually all night) in the city. We left the house early, hopped on the train and headed downtown to the High Museum of Art. Which was my highlight of the whole day. I could stare at art for hours (which we did, 3 hours to be precise).

Michelle taking in the beautiful architecture. Check out her blog here 
1. I was pointing at the date, which is Jun 6, 1969 and I was born June 6th, 1995. So I was quite excited 😁
2. Goofing around with the Snapchat filters, “Art with art”
Then we had lunch at TAP, relaxed and talked for a while. Then we went to the World of Coca Cola, which is a very touristy thing to do. I have already been twice before but I was glad to go again and see Michelle experience it for the first time. 
Once we were done with the World of Coca Cola, we took a walk around Centennial Olympic Park. The same park the music festival I went to last month was held. I got a yummy cup of vanilla bean gelato, which was ten times more delicious due to the intense heat. I was sweating buckets, thanks Atlanta 😑. Then we went home to get ready for a night out. 

Identity, Dual Citizenship & The Third Culture Kid


One of the simplest questions in the english language. For some this is where they were born. Where they spent most of their lives. Where they currently live. Where they currently work. It is simple. You get asked the question then you give a location. Period. It is not rocket science. In my case, it might as well be rocket science, quantum physics and neuroscience combined. You are probably thinking, “What the heck is this girl talking about? It is just a question.” To fully understand why I get a mini panic attack when someone asks that question you would need to know a little more about my past. Where should I start? 

Twenty one years ago, yours truly was born in Houston, Texas. “Okay, good. So you are from Texas and you are American.” This is true but not exactly. My parents are Nigerian. Both born and raised in Nigeria. Although they are from different tribes and cities but Nigerians all the same. Once I was born, we stayed in the U.S. for a short while then I was raised in Nigeria till the age of 11. By the way, I have a younger brother and he is also in the same boat. We like to say we are ‘American Born and Nigerian Raised’. 

Okay… back to the story. My parents, brother and I moved to Malaysia. A country located in South East Asia. Extremely far from Nigeria and the United States. Both places at this point, I still considered home. 5 years past, Malaysia finally starts to feel like home then guess what? We move. Don’t get me wrong, I know I am not Malaysian. I don’t even look remotely Malaysian or Asian in anyway but my school, my friends, the Malaysian people and their culture were all very welcoming. When you spend 5 years in one place you can’t help but claim a little part of it as your own. Anyways, we said our goodbyes and left behind the tropical weather and AMAZING food. Right now, you are probably thinking, “Cool… so now you are going home to Nigeria and the question is easy. You will live in Nigeria. So you are from Nigeria.” Wrong! 

We moved to Qatar. A very small country located in the Middle East, near United Arab Emirates and Saudi Arabia. It is a little closer to Nigeria, which was good for visiting family and friends. To make things more complicated even though we moved to Qatar, my brother and I were enrolled to start high school in the U.S.. My mum thought it would be helpful for my brother and I to be more in tune with the American school system, since we planned to go to university in the States. Which I have to say was brilliant. Changing from the British school system to American would have been much harder if we had to do it in our late teens. We spent summers and christmas in Qatar with our parents and the other months of the year in Georgia attending boarding school. 15 hour fights to us was like taking a drive to the grocery store. You have heard of couples in long distance relationships. But have you heard of families in long distance relationships? It wasn’t terrible because my mum’s brother and his family live in Georgia meaning we had loved ones close by.   

Okay, let’s debrief. I was born in Texas, Raised in Nigeria and Malaysia, lived in Qatar while schooling in the U.S.. Now is, “Where are you from” as easy to answer as you thought? I probably sound like I’m nagging but I don’t mean for it to come off that way. Believe me when I say I would never trade any of my experiences for anything. Moving around has made me into the outgoing individual I am today. When I was younger I did struggle with my identity. I was never “American enough” or too Americanized to be Nigerian. Living in Malaysia I went to an international school and was exposed to so many kids in my situation. My best friend was Afghan Pakistani Canadian. One of my close friends was half British and half Korean. I realized that we can be more than one thing, one category, one nationality, one race and it’s okay. In fact, it is not just okay. It is amazing! 

As I got older and started to be more comfortable with who I am. I understood the beauty of diversity and being different. Living in today’s world things are always changing. The more globalized we become, the more people like me exist. A while back, I heard of the term, Third Culture Kid. Which if you can identify with my situation, you probably are one.

“Third culture kid (TCK) is a term used to refer to children who were raised in a culture outside of their parents' culture for a significant part of their development years.” - source

When I found out there is an actual term for what my brother and I are. I was amazed, way more amazed than my brother but he is a go-with-the-flow kind of guy. The whole “identity thing” did not bother him as much as it bothered me. But we both found it interesting. My point of this whole ramble is to share a little bit about my life and maybe help others like me, who are struggling to understand their identity and where they fit in. And it is okay not to fit in. I also wanted to explain to people who may not relate but wish to understand. 

This past year alone there has been a lot of hate when it comes to race and nationality. Individuals like Donald Trump are glorifying hatful speech and causing a divide among society. I want us to understand that diversity and someone being different isn’t something to be afraid of, it is something to embrace. 

To answer the question, Where am I from? I’ll like to say a little bit of everywhere but I’ll let you decide.

Texas → Nigeria  Malaysia  Qatar  Georgia 


COAT: Valerie by valerie stevens | TOP: H&M | JEANS: ASOS TALL | BAG: MICHAEL KORS | SHOES: STEVE MADDEN | Watch Wristology

“If Life Gives You Limes, Make Margaritas.”
I love that quote so much! I started this summer with so much excitement and you can read about it here but once I got to Atlanta my summer took a turn for the worse. After I left the airport and got home I couldn’t find my passport case (which has both my U.S. and Nigerian passports and other important documents). At first, I thought nothing of it. Thinking it was probably in one of the many bags I flew with. After a couple days passed and I could’t find it I started to worry. Then I called the airport and Delta Airlines' Lost & Found. I also reported it online to the U.S. national passport services. Three and a half weeks pass then two days ago, I got a call and the lady said, “When are you coming to get your passport?” She didn’t say hello or who she was and she seemed pissed. At this point, I have not said a word but I was too overwhelmed with excitement to care about how rude she was through out the rest of the phone call. To cut the story short, she worked for Delta Airlines' Lost & Found and I have my passport case back. I can definitely say, I made the most delicious margarita with the limes life through at me. Speaking of margaritas, I turn 21 tomorrow (June 6th)! I can finally legally have a drink tomorrow. I am so grateful and blessed for getting this far in life and looking forward to what the future holds. 

How's your summer going? I'll love to know!

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