Feliz Navidad In January

This post comes weeks  late and several Kwacha’s short. Is it too late to say merry Christmas and Happy New years ? Probably but nonetheless I hope you enjoyed both.  I was too busy living it up on Christmas and New years to sit down and actually write about how I was living it up this festive season. By  “living it up” I mean travelling, visiting family and enjoy the sights of this lovely country. I think I'm thoroughly falling in love with Zambia. Shes a little rough round the edges but she's mine. 

 I thoroughly enjoyed my 2014/2015 festive season ….   Among other things I got to spend some much needed down-time tucked into some corner of the Kafue National Park (which until recently I had never heard of. It's about three hours’ drive from Lusaka. Just three hours to a completely different world. Where the sound of the river flowing and birds chirping replaces city traffic and trains blaring (random unless you live near a train station, which I do). In case you haven’t figured out yet I’m a bit of a hippie and occasional tree hugger.

I’m not gonna lie,I did NOT spend hours in the bush staring at nature and finding my inner child. I’m an ecologist, staring at nature is a HUGE part of the gig. Truthfully if I had been locked in my room and only called out for meals I would have been more than happy. Looking at the pictures of the place you can see why. I’m not one to gloat (snickers) but I’m calling it. This is the best tent in the history of tents! To call it a tent isn't fair really. Tents are those tiny dome shaped things made of some plastic or canvas. They fit you, a sleeping bag and not much else. This my friends was a palace!

 The lodge I stayed at has this "one with nature" vibe I love. no fences or gates, just you and the animals. If only the had a mall nearby, I would never have left.

The thing that stuck in my mind is how so few people knew about this place. How so few could visit a place like this, how many of these guests were even locals? I tempted to rant but all Im gonna say is why do we wait for people from outside to come show us how beautiful our country is ? One of my missions with the blog this year will be do a lot more promotions of local places and people. It’s about time we started repping each other, nobody else will. How do we intend to succeed 

if were still assuming everything foreign is superior?

 So here's to Zambia, Africa and the World! Okay fine I'm getting carried away nut ah, you know where I'm going with this right?

Happy New year lovelies!

2014 Reflections

Sorry I’ve been scarce friends, but it has been a long year, the longest I’ve ever had. I haven’t posted in months and my only excuse is I was too busy wading through all the muck this year has thrown as me… and MAMA I MADE IT! *electric shuffle*

The past year in retrospect

I’ve had a few tough months of debilitating sickness, some heart breaking disappointments and the realisation that trusting other people with your heart is a gamble, my advice is, don’t play! I’ve learned that no matter how much you want to, don’t compromise on who you are for other people,that my friends, is the recipe for disaster.

But it wasn’t all bad… I started a new school in a new town, I made some new friends, and have finally learned that the only person in the whole world that can make me truly happy is myself. Learning to be my very own best friend helped me get through some tough times. You best believe the only person you can fully depend on in this world is yourself, so when you make promises to yourself, don’t break them. It’s hard enough knowing that in life you will inevitably disappoint other people, don’t add yourself to the list.

So here’s to a new year and a chance to keep trying to be the person I’ve always imagined myself to be. Practice makes perfect.

“Seems everything around here stays like stone

Seems it’s about time darling, about time, we let this all go

Cause everything, must start again anew

Cause everything just goes away my friend

And every king, knows it to be true, that every kingdom

Must one day come to an end”

-Ben Howard

Just know that whatever difficulty you may be going through right now will pass. Nothing ever stays the same. Everything will end. The only constant is change.

Never Say Never

You know that saying “never say never” ? Yeah, it exists for a reason.  There’s a long list of things I said I would never do. This list includes never wearing animal print (did that), never buying skinny jeans (in my defense it was 2006 nobody knew what they would last) and never ever wearing denim on denim (….)

Top of the list Things I Said I Would Never Do But Did Anyway must be weaving my hair (pause for effect). Anyone who knows me can attest to the fact that I've always been quite vocal about weaves. Although truthfully I’m vocal about a lot of things, weaves however are near and dear to my heart. I think MOST OF THEM look fake and therefore defeat the purpose. Why put something on your head that supposed to look like your hair but doesn't? Something that actually looks worse than your own hair?
Why? Why? Why?

 I always end my argument with a picture of Beyoncé, the golden standard of all weaves, ever! Her weaves are flawless (I woke up like this, if you don't get the reference its fine). I want my weaves too look like Beyoncé’s. If I don’t end up looking like Beyoncé-esque what’s the point?

Well.... guess who got humble pie shoved in her face?

It all began on fateful day in September. After a series of bad hair days I decided I was ready to cut all my hair off and start afresh.  Once you get to a certain stage in your hair growth things get tough. It takes forever to detangle your hair, plait it and you need twice as much time and hair product as you did when you had a TWA (Teeny Weeny Afro). Thing is I didn't have the guts to actually cut my hair so I went for the safer, less extreme  option... trying out a short weave in hopes that it would suppress the urge to cut my hair. I was desperate. I needed something new.

I took the plunge and Voila Luwi ala Weave.

I have very mixed feelings about the whole experience. I was extremely happy with how it looked but that’s about the only thing I am happy about. This is by far the most low-maintenance protective style you can have HOWEVER for me it came at a great price. It was so tightly done that I couldn't reach any of my actual hair therefore no moisturizing and oiling. That left me with the itchiest scalp in the history of itchy scalps. To say I nearly died is not an exaggeration, okay fine it clearly is but still, you see my point. Everyone I talked to said I had just picked the wrong hair dresser and it’s usually not that bad. I’m not sure I’m convinced. I don’t know if it was Karma’s way of getting me back for all the weaves I've laughed at in my life but whatever it is, lesson learned!  I will not be saying “never” to anything anytime soon nor will I will putting another weave on anytime soon. I still have serious Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and an Itchy scalp (yes still!)Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night with cold sweats having dreamt about killer weaves taking out their revenge.

I suppose something good did come out of this whole experience. I learnt about not being so judgmental, personal growth moment! Putting yourself in a box of do’s and don’ts clearly isn't a way to progress in life. All this from a weave. Who would have thought fake hair could have such profound effects on one’s life?

So …never say never because it only a matter of time before you do it and when you do Karma will be waiting… passop!

Writer's Block

Hey Lovely Makgarebe

Lately I haven’t been blogging much (sighs). Okay that is a major understatement. I’ve barely blogged at all since got moved to Zambia. Partly due to logistical issues such as finding a new camera person , new locations to shoot and so on.... but a lot of it has been mental and spiritual. I guess you could call it writers block but it’s more a case of wanting to write about everything except the stuff we said this blog would be about. This is supposed to be a style/lifestyle blog but my musings have been anything but style related lately. Don’t get me wrong , I’m still a very dedicated style fiend, I don’t foresee that ever changing but of late I've had a lot more on my mind than outfits and trends.

But then I had a” revelation”, mind blowing really. This is our blog, we’re supposed to write about our lives right? And if things change in our lives there is no reason why our Blog can’t change a little too.


This will probably always a blog heavily influenced by style and fashion but who you are and what you do are not aren’t mutually exclusive. Who you are affects what you do and how you do it. What am I ? A Christian, A child of the most high and that will have an effect on everything that I do and say. I am also a woman, a sister, a friend, life's test subject  and will talk about the issues I face as a woman, growing up and starting my own life.


So what have we learnt today class ? That if you’re into style and fashion watch this space but if you’re looking for something more we’ve got that for you too. Continue to watch the adventures of Pris and Lu as we conquer the world one outfit and life lesson at a time.

In order to prove said statement check out the picture above of me staring into the distance in a deep and introspective manner. Totally legit right ? I think I’ve proved my point.
The outfit is actually something I put together for a different shoot and was waiting to use at the opportune moment. Viola! The Skirt is thrifted and the top is my ever faithful Mr Price (you’ve got to love him).

Catch you on the flip side (throws up gang signs). Promise our posts will be more consistent from now on.