nairobi pizza festival 2016



I won’t always have something profound to post about on the blog but I will always have pictures stored on my phone that I’d feel I want to share *grin*.

This post is simply about an afternoon I spent with my friend Magy eating discounted pizza on a Friday afternoon, thanks to Nairobi Pizza Festival 2016.
I get it. The point of these festivals is to make these otherwise fancy restaurants – that ‘us common folk’ wouldn’t just ordinarily walk into on a fine, sunny Friday afternoon without prior planning – more accessible. Get the masses talking. We picked Thorn Tree Cafe, at The Sarova Stanley. The food is decent (I didn’t care much for it after two slices). Magy’s pizza came on a hot plate, mine came on a cold plate. Mine was vegetarian, hers had some chicken.

But what steals the show has to be the restaurant itself. The ambience. The service. Attention to detail. This is the only reason why I go for these deals anyway, walk into these places I’d otherwise find a list of reasons to convince myself why I shouldn’t go. It’s a treat. Makes you picture yourself making it your lifestyle. For me, it’s old school Hollywood glamour (always felt like I’m an old soul and should have been born in the 60’s). Walking in my classic black pumps, red lipstick, cat-eye sunglasses, donning a beautiful fabric and tons of sass. Chauffeurs opening the brass polished doors and well, Vogue.

Back to the Pizza Fest. It runs until 2nd October so there’s still a day open for you to try the  2 for 1 deal at a restaurant of your liking! My advice is, go big or stay home. Lol.
Looking forward to the next time I get to share my silly ramblings with you all.
Peace out, Fatma.

the way to go


What do you do when you’re bored, a little antsy, and got nothing to do?
You keep busy. A good start? Go through pictures on your phone, edit them and put them up on your blog.

I don’t know why I found myself overly sentimental during my most recent trip to Mombasa. It seemed just a little bit more special to me, and I started to appreciate everything even more. These pictures hold dear memories to me; streets I’ve walked through my childhood. I’ve seen them change – aged and/ or refurbished. I’ve walked through them with family and friends. Some have come and gone. We’ve had many laughs and good times together, and we’ve experienced loss and stood strong with and for each other. We’ve grown. This is Old Town, Mombasa, the way I know it best. It’s narrow crooked streets and the immense beauty and history that resides therein.

These pictures fill me with hope, and an eagerness to keep the ball rolling in life. I hope you like them as much as I do.

Catch up again soon?