read | dust off your shoulder

read | dust off your shoulder

Photos by Mark Wijsman

I know I usually end off my year with a sort of review and new year prospective blog post, but truth be told, I’ve been putting off this post for weeks. 2016 felt like several years in one – but beyond that, it was a year of extremes for me. The highs went to the heavens and in turn, the lows went the depths of the hell. Am I being dramatic? Maybe. But I doubt it.

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read | the rise of the cult favourite

read | the rise of the cult favourite

Photos by Menzi Mcunu

I don’t think I ever pictured a time where I’d be gushing over a Puma bomber jacket (or over a pair of their shoes, for that matter) – and not because I have anything against the brand, I just never quite thought about them. So how did we get here?
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read | let’s talk about modesty

read | let’s talk about modesty

Photos by Ayabukwa Bikitsha

The other day, when I was scrolling through my Twitter timeline, I came across a thread by Feminista Jones in response to “Patriarchy’s Princess”, Ayesha Curry (you can read the thread here). Ayesha had been effectively shaming women who dress in a way that shows more skin, because she likes to keep her body covered for her man.

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read | self care sundays

read | self care sundays

During the past few days, I’ve found myself – for lack of better words – going through the absolute most. But the one thing that I have to keep reminding myself is that the prioritisation of self is paramount, so even when I feel like the world is crumbling around me, I still need to take care of myself. And don’t get me wrong – this post is not coming with all of the answers (because I’m still gowishing as I type), it’s just coming with suggestions from me and the good people of Twitter for those of you who are going through some things too.

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read | get in formation

read | get in formation

Look, I know, girls love Beyoncé… The opening line to Drake’s song has never rung truer in the past few weeks. I mean, with the release of not only the album, but the visual album of Lemonade jeopardising all progress I made with my hairline, now was not the time to mess with the Beyhive. But beyond fanatic stan-ism, there was a reason the Hive – and predominantly black women – would not let anyone come for Beyoncé: because she did not make it for you. She made it for us.

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