I am wild.... wild like a beast. You may see it in one of my photos. This is not a trait very acceptable in the seminary, a holy scholar compound for those aspiring to be fathers without children of their own blood.
My passion for Fashion started in the corridors of sacristy, kneeling down and holding my chest at every holy cloth I touched. We were responsible in the arranging of the alter for catholic daily mass and I was good at it. Therefore am a good father, wearing no chausible, no frock and no clergy tie.
"How and where could these 'godly-fashionable attires' be found?", I kept asking myself. Time was running out with every single morning bell at the chapel. I needed to be a priest.....to be fashionable. But the clock on the seminary wall stood stiff....refused to tick and so I opted out... Out. Out - hook-line and sinker. I looked no back, but forward to fashion maker.
Unfortunately, out of the mood of prayer and solemn recitation of Rosary....no man gives shit about your clergy robe, chausible and stole. I gave up.
What next? I scratched my damn ass for couple of months without shekel to reasonably pay for fashion tuition....Finally I got to learn the fashion design by doing some voluntary work in the day and keeping my eyes at the fashion store in the evenings.
So today am the dapper next door, in the Matatu seat next to the tout, at the dais of the fashion show talk, behind the wheel of that passing car, at the catalog of your Facebook friends. I am known to you.
See these photos.
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| seen at the seminary |
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| Fashion store |
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| Fashion Queen in stretch tailor-made V-front dress |
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| Calphil boys trying out |
