There was a stage in life where I wondered whether I'd have to save all of my Kenyan clothing for the weekends, church or home. Seriously there was nothing more frightening to me that wearing something such as this skirt (or the matching top) and going to school. I remember how when I was about to walk into class my chest would constrict and my eyes would dry up and open super wide in a sort of anticipation for slaughter. I'd like to say that kids were mean about it, but I don't recall anything like that.
Curious is a more correct label as to how people reacted to a print here, a kitenge there. I even have these brilliant pink trousers that have humongous pockets - those were truly fun because they were fun and storage (let's just say that a whole TI- calculator fit in there with room)! Once I realized that people were just curious I wanted to push my own boundaries. Not just in terms of wearing clothes that are out of the norm - but in terms of styling. Was I skilled enough - am I skilled enough - to create an outfit around a piece without looking like I've stepped out of a cliche. I always have a special spot for clothes from home in my heart. Not just for the colour but because I believe they're made to last due to the fact that we use tailors and such - not very much fast fashion is involved in the traditional to my knowledge.