I went into a saloon and asked the lady to do up my hair since I was going for a wedding. I trusted her and immediately buried my head in a book and this is what I saw when I looked up. Needless to say I went straight to the nearest bathroom and undid it. Let me show you the back.
Okumanya men and women are not the same, all the girls I showed this too totally agreed on the atrociousness of the hair and all the guys went “It’s not so bad. I don’t see what’s wrong with it.” This is how I ended up going.
I also made the loveliest purchase prior to the wedding which I simply had to carry.
I also took a trip to Ndaija, Rwampara to visit my grandmother whom I hadn’t seen in over 3 years and the views there are to die for. Here are a few.
Thatis the path off the main road that actually goes to Ndaija.
Same path only I was looking back on it not walking down it. (See how I can a full blown road a path? I have kama)
That’s my Grannie walking up from her house. She sustains herself entirely. She has cows from she gets milk everyday and she grows her own food too which she sells for the money to buy what she can’t grow or make herself. She is truly amazing. She is above 80 but still gets up at the crack of dawn every morning to tend her gardens, rabbits. I’m barely 25 and I get a terrible back ache every time I sweep my house. Go g
I came back early from the country (read village) to attend my friend Daphne’s wedding where I was giving a speech on behalf of the Bride’s friends. (Carlo how did I do?)
And the only picture I managed to snag of the Bride & Groom.
You can tell the man didn’t have alot of say in the decoration of the wedding.