This is the kinda shit I like to get pretty too.

Click for the video to this FBIF single. Glam Rock at it's fucking finest.

Arabian Nights (Look what I copped)

Since I don't have any hair to clip the head piece into we must find another solution. I love this country, even though it's forced sobriety on me, the shopping possibilities are mother lovingly ENDLESS.

Learning to be African; First steps.

The first time I heard this song I was in the back of a taxi on the way to my boyfriends house, it was hot, I was tired and just a tad bit buzzed and then the drums of this tune engulfed me and all of a sudden I was in a fucking field running with some damn jungle animals, every instrument in this track touches my very core, like the song itself carries a very strong message to someone like me, although african, someone who has never been exposed to their culture in such a way and through such an avenue.

And the drums man...the drums man are killer.

And we're back. WITH GREAT NEWS!

Hello my faithful and dear readers, so sorry it took this long to get the blog up and running again. On the plus side I've come back with some brilliant news.

GUESS WHERE I WORK!

I'm only the Editor's PA, but it's a huge deal for me, I mean you all know how much I love this magazine. This is e newest cover by the way, and that beautiful woman you are looking at just happens to be my best friend Efya, se's one of Ghana's most talented individuals and a brilliant human being in general.

AND SHE'S BAD AS SIT!

So anyways, now at I have an official job, with official daily internet...well you know the drill. Expect madness in the form of shoes for the couple of posts though, niggas KILLT it this fashion week. KILLT.

TO DEATH!