A couple candid snaps of Kate.
It’s been four months since I visited Lamu. Of course I need not add the prolix revelation that it’s equally been four months of procrastinating this post. Granted, there’s some things more important (less exciting) like adulting, thesis writing and finding my voice at my new job that’s had my attention, but it’s 2019. I need to style up! Phew – (If you’ve met my mum you can detect the sarcasm).
It’s exactly a month since my whole world rotated into a completely parallel reality. Barrack is out and somewhere along the white sandy beaches unconcerned with his fan mail or Trump’s conga of controversies lined up in no chronological order behind him waking up the masses from a bad dream to an even worse reality.
Not to sound shallow, but the occasional flare of sculptured gowns, perfectly winged eyeliner, overly flat ironed tresses and mastered airbrush techniques have me bouncing lightly on this vanity cloud; I’m beginning to understand the fuss around fancy Hollywood events and why 10 hours is bare minimum when it comes to slaying the night!