Chuck and Ella

Style

There’s a certain satisfaction that comes with using a belonging to the end of its useful life. The full depreciation on your “books” justifies every penny spent…. an accomplishment if you like. On the flip side, to have used a product to “near death” signifies an unnatural attachment… an obsession maybe.

I owned two pairs of shoes which I’ve recently had to part with because truth be told, I’d used them to the unforgivable point of abuse! I had made them slaves to my (perfectly) manicured feet and the signs of distress became more apparent than I’d usually prefer. Brace yourselves, I’m about to get emotional about my “Cut Out Brogues” and my “Glass Slippers”.

The Cut Out Brogues

I bought my Aldo Cut Out brogues in my second or third year of University (you do the math… try not to judge while at it) and I’ve worn them ever since. I often described them as the “Chuck Bass” of my wardrobe… masculine, well structured (considering that they’re flats) and effortlessly sleek! They’d strut into a room of celebrated heels and exude elegance with a hint of nonchalance. They weren’t just confident, they were cocky and I loved that.

After years of abusing my beloved brogues we’ve had to part ways and the thought drains me. The sole has been eaten up by the rugged terrain of Nigeria’s most “prestigious” locations and the counter has been worn out by my constant slip ins and outs (maltreatment now that I reflect on it). I’m genuinely upset because I’m not convinced that I will ever fill this hole that has been left on my shoe rack (okay, so I don’t really own a shoe rack… indulge me, I’m emotional).

The Glass Slippers

So they’re not really slippers, they’re sandals but that’s besides the point. My Mum often refers to them as Cinderella’s glass slippers and I’ve taken a liking to the comparison (once again, indulge me). I’ve had my M&S glass slippers  for a little over a year and I must confess, I always knew they’d struggle in Nigeria’s heat and on her dusty roads. Let’s be frank for two seconds, on this side of the world, suede is always a bad idea!

My glass slippers were easily my most comfortable heels. Not quite high heels but definitely not flats. The block heel was a perfect balance and with her see through heels, I could feel eyes dancing to the beat of my steps. I loved the played down attention, who wouldn’t. Well, Cinderella breathed her last breath on last week’s trip to Benin Republic. The second I strapped my foot in, I knew that was it. She was tired and I just had to let her go.

Sad as it may be, I’ve had to dump Chuck and Cinderella. Let’s hope some day soon I fall in love with a new pair sourced, crafted and better suited to my Lagos routes.

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Ps: If anyone is going through anything and you’re struggling to put it into words, listen to gospel music. It hits the spot!

Pps: I recently joined snapchat! Follow me: BonitaValli

Naked

Beauty, Body

Recently, I’ve noticed a couple of Celebrities strip right down to bare nothings with the aim of portraying “Confidence”, “Strength” or “Positive Body Image”. They often speak with an heir of regret brooding over lost times plagued with patterns of insecurities and dangerous levels of apprehension. Raising awareness over these real life issues is admirable considering how underplayed these concerns are in young people, but truth be told, we can sit round a table, put pen to paper or publish grand campaigns FULLY CLOTHED.

Love you, be you. The road to hell is plaged with good intentions so exercise caution when going to lengths “for the greater good”. Nothing compares with dignity. Confidence looks pretty damn hot covered up too! Strength lies in the words of encouragement we share with one another. Loving the skin that you’re in begins with loving yourself on the inside. Once you’ve overcome that, there’s no love handle, thunder thigh, or tyre belly that will ever leave you feeling inadequate. Confidence is a state of mind.

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Source: one.org

If the dictionary had no words, only pictures, who/what would you see under “Confidence”? clearly, I see Malala.

xXx

Ps: Confidence wears make up and sometimes she doesn’t. Strength is Goliath and sometimes he’s David, Positive Self Image is thick but guess what… sometimes she’s skinny too!

PPs: I have insecurities too. We all do. It’s all about how we handle them.

Inspiration: #SupportDolapo

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Friday, February 12, 2016 was the beginning of a miracle. Dolapo Igboin set up a “Go Fund Me” page detailing her  financial struggles and her dreams of a career in Acute/Emergency Medicine. Her page recognized the magnitude of her request for £25,000 to complete her final year of Med School and even described the thought of raising the funds as ‘impossible’. Acknowledging that the odds were against her, she set up the page as a cling to her last source of hope.

Before now, I never really paid much attention to such pleas…. I couldn’t relate. I didn’t know those people. But this time, was different…. this time, it was happening to me. This time, it was happening to all of us (Nigerians) bearing the brunt of FX scarcity or dwindling oil prices. This time, Dolapo’s story hit me like a ton of bricks and like everyone else I began to tell anyone that would listen to join me in helping her.

This post is not about how much each person contributed, it’s not even about Dolapo raising over the £25,000 . It’s about the overwhelming sense of oneness which everyone showed. It’s for the relentless encouragement and the selfless rallying. It’s because little drops of water really do make the mighty ocean!

Dolly bay-bay, we are all your family now! Your struggle, is our struggle. God has never disappointed and you are a living testimony that he never will. Congratulations in advance for making it to your final year. Make us all proud!!!

Support Dolapo

xXx

“Ken”

Ps: Dolapo is the only one that calls me Ken

PPs: Bon Bon, I stole your screenshot 😀

ElaBrown’s Coconut Oil

Beauty, Body, Hair

I’m a self-confessed product whore. I will try (almost) every and any product as long as it boasts of being 100% natural. I guess I’m of the school of thought that if my hair is natural, so should everything that goes in it (if only I treated my body the same way). Regardless of my scandalous acts, there are two products which I’ve remained loyal to- Coconut Oil and Castor Oil. While my Castor Oil brand is unchanging (Tropic Isle Living, it’ll be hard to convince me otherwise), I’ve really struggled to find a steady Coconut Oil brand in Lagos.

ElaBrown’s Coconut Oil was introduced to me by a friend and I decided I’d give it a go. I had 4 delivered a couple of days after chatting with her- 2 100ml bottles and 2 50ml bottles of coconut goodness. Let me tell you a bit about my experience with it so far:

Packaging: The screw cap bottle cover is perfect so I can carry it around- no spillage! The plastic bottle ensures it’s light so I don’t feel like I’m carrying unnecessary weight- perfect! But the paper labels soaked up oil from my palms and left the brand colours running through. It’s a relatively new brand so I’d say it’s forgivable.

Information Corner: Considering the size of the bottle I was very impressed with all the info provided without being “in your face” or looking cramped.

Product Quality: (Disclaimer… I’m no expert!!! But that won’t stop me from sharing my thoughts….) The smell is a pure, sweet undoubted fragrance only associated with Coconut oil. The colour is clear and light with an even distribution (no particles settling at the bottom). The weight is light and absorbent as Coconut Oil should be.

Price: A 500ml bottle goes for NGN500 while a 100ml bottle goes for NGN1,000

Below are my pictures…..

 

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Would I use it again, definitely! I just wish she had bigger bottles. Have you tried ElaBrown’s Coconut Oil (or any other brand for that matter)? Any thoughts??

Email: elabrown09@gmail.com

Phone: +2349093923923

xXx

Ps: This is not a sponsored post. Never met the owner. Only ever chatted on whatsapp but she seems super nice.

PPs: Has anyone ever tried the “Oil Cleansing Method”? Curious…..

Sweet Almond

Beauty, Hair

Found this post laying fallow and ralised I never actually published it.

If anyone’s interested, it was drafted on December 2, 2015. Hope you like.

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Everybody knows I’m a huge fan of all things Nigerian so there’s no point re-emphasizing (then again, I just did ). For the past month or so, I’ve put aside my Coconut oil, Castor oil and Olive oil. The focus has been on Natural Nigerian’s Sweet Almond Oil. I’ve used it for pretty much everything- my hair, my body and my face and I’ve totally fallen for it. “Why?” I hear you ask! Quite frankly, because it “does what it says on the tin”:

  1. It’s not greasy (at all)!
  2. It’s light
  3. It’s easily absorbed

A few benefits of Almond Oil include:

  1. It controls hair loss
  2. It is an amazing makeup remover
  3. It is an anti-dandruff oil
  4. It delays ageing

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Is it my new “Holy Grail”? Maybe…. potentially…. clearly, I haven’t decided.

Have you tried Almond Oil? What are your thoughts?

xXx

Ps: OLAITAN IS IN TOWN!!!!!!!!!!!! AND I’m off this week. It’s a blessed week.

The Unexpected Christmas 

Celebration, Vacation

I’d planned to spend my Christmas in Nigeria. My itinerary was very well organised with the different personalities I keep as friends on standby (depending on the function of course). But then a week ago, plans changed all of a sudden and first thing this morning, I found myself inhaling the crisp, cold air of a British winter. 

Christmas should always be about family and this Christmas has been no different. The food…. don’t let me get into the food, Laitan needs to go pro…. and the love, so overwhelming. 

I’m so glad to have been able to take this unexpected break and in true Kehinde fashion, I’m already counting down to Christmas 2016! 

  
Merry Cristmas Everyone! Clichè as it may sound, we mustn’t forget that Jesus is the reason for the season 😁

xXx 

Ps: I’ve put this photo up literally everywhere… Instagram, Twitter, BBM, Whatsapp…. Lol. I foresee some complaints in the near future. 

Oh, Give Thanks!

Celebration

I’m not usually one to celebrate Thanksgiving. I grew up in Nigeria and England so Thanksgiving was never really on the radar. The closest we ever came to celebrating the American holiday, was a three hour Baptist Church service the preceding Sunday.

2015 has been different. This year, despite our various locations, my sisters and I realized we have more to be thankful for than we could possibly express. Our week long Thanksgiving began on Monday morning as we exchanged emails every single day expressing gratitude for God’s endless mercies and boundless favour.

Try focusing on only good everyday. It will help get through a lot more than than your mind could possibly fathom.

It’s two days late now, but happy Thanksgiving. You don’t need a roast turkey, a big family or a calendar date to express gratitude.

KJ Thanksgiving source: DailyMail

xXx

Ps: I attended my first Thanksgiving dinner at  Teju & Soji’s place. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Pps: I missed out on purchasing the Mansur Gavriel Bucket this morning. That really upset me, but it’s okay. I’ll keep my eye on Net-a Porter and hope for the best.