I don’t know if it’s the summery weather for most of the year, or the ocean’s presence a few miles away. Maybe it’s the classy Palms gracing the streets and the laid back chic vibe of the people that has me crazy about the City of Angels. …
Six years I’ve lived in Houston and I have never been to one of the most popular attractions of this town. Kemah is a small town right outside Houston with an old style setting, and stuff to entertain the entire family. The boardwalk is particularly the main attraction. Basically it’s a mini amusement park with no more than 20 rides, a bunch of restaurants and a breathtaking view of the shores of Galveston Bay. My mum, sisters and nephew are in town so we took the time to go check it out.
As a person that doesn’t fancy large crowds, I was super comfortable. It’s quite small and I think going on Tuesday also helped. Of course its amusement rides don’t level up to what you will find at Six Flags or Disney. This isn’t really that kinda place. It’s more of an outing than an adventure.
The first thing I did when I got there was get myself a flannel cake. You won’t easily find them being sold around unless it’s a carnival or the rodeo or some major outdoors event. During the rodeo I missed out cos I wasn’t about to stand in line for more than 30 minutes waiting on some fried food, so you can imagine my excitement when I found no line at this stand…for a second there, I thought the stand was closed cos Texans love em’ some flannel cake.
Let’s talk about my nephew Ismail for a minute. This boy has never been to an amusement park so when I tell you he got a high after going on his first ride? I told my sister Leilah that he wasn’t going to want to leave and indeed when it was time to go, that little blue bear you see, he was beating Leilah with it, meanwhile she won it for him…kids.
My Outfit deets:
Jeans-old navy; Top-H&M; Necklace-Charlotte Russe; Sandals-Macys; Earrings-African Village (Uganda); Bag-Call It Spring.
Enjoy the pics…
This is me just now documenting the events of that time when I was running around America. This was at the lovely Venice beach in Los Angeles and as you can see, it can have heartless people like the one you see giving me rabbit ears while I was trying to get a shot.
So this is one of those beaches with a lot going on and by a lot I mean skating teens, senior citizen roller blade dancers (I have that video somewhere) and those guys who can draw your face in minutes! You know what, I only found out after the vacay was over, that this was where the No Type by Rae Sremmurd video was shot. You know that song…I ain’t gat no type…bad bitches is the only thing that I like…yo, that’s my shit right there. Mehn I wish I had known…perhaps I would have mobilized the family to “weird mime the song for your Instagram laughing pleasure.
Did I get any souvenirs…no…because the dude tried to sell me a skull for $25 and the same skull is on eBay for $15 (refuse to get played…I’m one of those people who check! #bargainingGameOnFleek). I will talk more about LA in another post so let’s get to the outfit part.
I have had this dress for a few years although I don’t wear it often. This dress is kinda special to me cos it was the first thing I bought myself from Macy’s. I used to stereotype Macy’s as one of those stores that sell undershirts for $200 so everytime I walked through while enetring the mall, I didn’t even bother looking around. Somehow this dress was at the front on the rack and it caught my eye cos of the vibrant colors. I walked up to look at it closer when I realized it was on sale for $35. I remember looking around in shock like “what else have I missed out on”. Macy’s is now one of the top 5 in my fav stores…and they do cater to most financial brackets.
This dress is perfect for the summer cos it’s so light weight and the colors are really juicy and fun. What I looooove about it is that the print runs in a vertical way which makes it look taller and less wide. When it comes to maxi dresses with busy prints, vertical prints look better than horizontal ones on curvy silhouettes. Also I’m not such a fun of maxi dresses cos some of them tend to make you look too old however, high-low maxis are a great way to spice up a maxi dress…you know I’m always up for some leg! I know this specific dress is no longer in the store, but the style is very trendy, I’m sure you’ll find something similar with most popular brands. Anyway I wore my most loved Kenneth Cole Silver flat peep toes, which look great on everything I wear them with.
Enjoy the pics and hope your July 4th weekend was amaze-balls (p.s did you read my birthday post…if yes…you’re awesome…if no…hurry…it’s here).
Shoes: Kenneth Cole Reaction
Earrings: House of Harlow purchased in Nordstrom
Hey, so it’s taken me forever to write “Day Two” of my visit to NYC. Not that I was lazy, I just hadn’t found the words to express the visit in the emotional way I would have loved too. I don’t even know if I will do it justice today. Like I had said earlier in the “Day 1” article, I’ve been to NYC a couple of times and having seen all the usual stuff, this visit was focused on experiencing New York and its people.
“Day 2” was very touristy. Zaina, my mum and I decided to visit the National September 11 Memorial Museum, which from now on we shall refer to as “wtc”. Ok so all dressed up, camera charged, face beat, we headed for the subway.
Like I mentioned in the first NYC post, we were staying in the Bronx. Contrary to popular belief, it is a decent neighborhood, totally livable (I mean, your steps away from the Yankees Stadium, what more do you want). But you know, it is “The Bronx” and every time you hear the Bronx it’s either JLo or something crazy. Where we lived was up a hill so while we’re slopping down to the subway, we hear fireworks, or at least that’s what I thought that was. Now, my mum, has been through the experience of war, at the time when Leaders in Uganda were fighting for power, so she knows a gunshot when she hears one.
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I turn around to ask my mum where the fireworks were and if we can go watch, and this chic is like in “war mode” already. The bag that she was holding in her hands all fancy was now in her armpit. I didn’t even get a second to ask again when some more “fireworks” went off. But this time em fireworks sounded more like an auto gun, so my mind starts thinking but gets interrupted by my mum who had already found a hiding spot (mind you she had never been to the Bronx) and was about to curse me out for still being on the street. At first I was thrilled and didn’t really think I was in that much danger, till the neighborhood kids started running and that’s when I realized that shit was for real, and I had to act quickly. So I start to run, where the people are running. Now remember my mum and Zaina are hiding, so my mum sees me running and screams at me to go hide with her. So here I was running in the opposite direction of people, up a hill, towards the shots firing to hide with my mum! Technically, my “Run to Safety” plan was a better plan, but the way my mum is set up, when she speaks…you do or you die…no questions asked.
The firing didn’t take too long, probably about 20 seconds. We never got to know what happened, probably a few crazy kids disagreeing and having unauthorized access to weapons and hopefully no one died. It took us another minute to get to the bottom of the hill and still no cops had showed up…Bronx for you! We took the subway and headed to wtc.
I did not even know what to expect when I got to wtc. I hadn’t looked it up, something I never do, probably because we’d just made the plan that morning. At the wtc, you’re welcomed by a big square shaped waterfall…two waterfalls actually, placed where the twin towers once stood. The water, goes, down below ground level and the viewing level has long metallic plates with the names of the victims that died on September 11 2001. It’s an interesting start to the tour. We then headed to the museum and lucky for us, we were only going to be in line for 20 minutes…lol.
Once you’re in, it’s all starts immediately. You start to see remains of the towers, built into the museum. What I loved so much from this tour is the set up. You start from the moment right before the attack, with pictures of the view of the towers early morning up to the point when the attack happened. Caution!!! If you plan on visiting soon, stop here because I have serious spoilers.
You start to walk through a dark corridor hearing voices of the reactions of people who were witnessing the attacks. The walls have projected writing in all languages that the people are speaking, other parts of the walls have pictures, showing people’s reactions to the attacks. Faces in shock, voices crying, you can feel the terror that was in people’s minds as you walk through. The corridor then opens up to a room with structures of the tower that were not destroyed to complete rubble. You get to see pillars that held the building. Each structure has a plaque describing where it once stood and a picture of what it looked like before. We get to see windows through which people jumped when the towers were hit and pillars that pierced through several floors high. We then took an escalator down all along reading and seeing images of how people made attempts to escape and how they managed to do so, although not all of them made it, because the towers collapsed.
Once we got to the basement, we were led to a showroom and here, strictly no cameras were allowed, so I had to pack up. Sadly, that is the most impressive part of the tour, and only when you visit physically, can you fully experience the emotion in the room and the experience of the attack. However for now, you’re just going to have to believe me. I promise not to lie.
This showroom, mainly focuses on the after-math of the attacks, reactions, investigations, evidence and hope from the happenings. The tour starts off with a few more structures of the towers and fire trucks that were used in rescue. We then started to hear audios of the victims that were in the plane, and the phone calls they made to their loved ones. A terrified air hostess making a call, “I can see buildings, we are really low” she said through tears. A gentleman called his wife, but caught the voicemail, told her the plane had been possibly hijacked and hopefully he will see her soon, but if he doesn’t, he loves her and she should take good care of the kids. There so many devastating audios, I was holding back tears.
There is a video of a construction worker who was probably on the job and a camera at his feet was facing up at the view, when the plane crashed through the first tower. It all happened so fast. There are more videos like this, showing the attack from different angles and finally what was left, seen melting to the ground.
Evidence. Engraved in a glass block was a letter showing the hijackers applying to a flight school right here in the states wanting to learn how to fly a plane and inquiring about the tuition costs. There were more letters written in the course of the planning and videos of the hijackers checking into the plane. These people started planning this attack one and a half years before it happened.
What I didn’t know about September 11 and I apologize for my ignorance, is that there were four attacks! I just thought it was the twin towers. I was only 11yrs at the time so I only caught the main story. I also didn’t know that these planes were flying locally. Two American Airlines planes from Boston hit the twin towers, another AA plane from Virginia hit the pentagon and the fourth, a United Airlines plane from New Jersey, was targeting Washington DC but crashed into a field in Pennsylvania.
There was an electronic board in the exhibition that took you through the timing of the events, starting a few seconds before the initiation of the attacks, the departure of each of the flights, the exact time they were hijacked and turned around towards their targets. It’s a lot more impressive than I even make it sound. This was then followed by little remembrances of flowers, teddy-bears and cards placed around the rubble, probably by loved ones of the victims. The tour then proceeded to show steps taken by the US government to serve Justice, arrests of the suspects and President Obama with his team on the night that Osama Bin Laden was captured. The tour was then concluded with Organizations that were set up after 9/11 to assist families of victims. Organizations all over the world were opened up including one from my homeland, Uganda. I must have read their section over three times, but I still did not get what exactly it is they contributed, all I remember is catching something about psychology and counselling. (But why would victims’ families need counselling all the way in Uganda in Kitgum district?) I must have been super exhausted cos I didn’t get it, but it must be important or it wouldn’t be in the museum, better yet the no photography section. The tour finally came to an end with messages of hope and peace and love from people all over the world.
I remember entering this museum and thinking, “What could they possibly show me that I didn’t already know”. If your that kind of person too, I can guarantee you, there is something in that Museum that even the chief investigator of the attacks, would have learned that they didn’t know about. It’s not just about seeing exhibits and exclusive images and videos. It’s the way they create the emotion around you. You get to feel frightened, fearful, pain, sadness, you’re hearing phone calls, and you’re seeing people crying, television stations breaking the news to the world, and all the reactions. Everything is all in one place and it’s so real. I might have told you everything I saw, but there is no depth of words that can truly describe the experience you get when visiting the museum. You have to see it for yourself. I promise you will not regret it. I remember exiting the museum thinking the United States, is one of the countries that has been through trying moments, but what’s admirable is how its people come out stronger than ever, more hopeful and determined to build a better, more peaceful nation. That is definitely some positivity that a lot of nations could use.
My team and I left feeling a little emotional and what better way to rub off sadness than go shopping. Century 21 it was! I never really figured where to place that store. It seemed to have a little TJ-Maxx, a bit of Macys and Nordstrom when it came to their products. You would get into an aisle with bags and the first bag you look at costs $30 then the one next to it costs $650….Like??? We quickly went through and I got some gorgeous earrings that I am totally saving for a very special day because they are unique like that. We then hit up Herald Square where I shopped as though I owned a Fortune 500 company.
We headed back the Bronx around 6pm, and made Leilah jealous for not coming to the 9/11 memorial, then re-lived the shootout to her (my mum’s version was out of this world I felt like she got some scenes from the 9/11 museum and added them in our shootout). Day three was all about heading back to New Jersey and catching a flight back to Houston.
I can’t wait for my next trip to NYC, soon hopefully and this time, who knows…maybe I’ll stay in Harlem, go watch Broadway, or attend a screening of the Wendy Williams Show lololol only the future will tell.
If you’ve made it all the way here, I love you for reading…!
So if you follow me on Instagram (If no, what are you waiting for…hurry hurry @FabsCulture) you probably know that I was in New York and New Jersey earlier this summer. I. Love. New York. With. My. Life. It’s one of those cities where I don’t wanna live, but I want to keep going back over and over again so I can experience it like it is all new, one more time.
It’s the feeling of being in Times Square, not just being at Times Square but “In Times Square” with 20,000 other people all at the same time walking through the glamorous lights. It’s the ambience of being in the city that never sleeps, the big apple…ok I’m done…but it’s that serious you guys.
Anyway so me, my mum, my sister Leilah and her cutie pie daughter, my niece Hanifa decided to take a mini vacay in New York. See the thing is, I have been to NY like four times already and as much I still love the basics (Empire State, Statue of Liberty, Madison Square Gardens, Herald Square, Madame Tussauds, and more), I wanted to see something new. I’m the kind of person that goes somewhere and I don’t just want to see the touristy stuff, I want to experience what it’s like to actually live there. I know one thing for sure, anytime you find people living in the city, they barely go to the common tourist attractions so I’m always curious about what they do to have a good time…and for some reason that’s the real fun stuff.
Leilah went to college in New Jersey which is like 20 minutes away from New York so she knows people there and she introduced me to one of her longtime friends, Zaina…who in the next five seconds made it to my friends list. Zaina is Ugandan just like me so you can imagine the excitement and immediate change of speaking from American accents to Uglish (Ugandan English…eh gwe the wind is passing through me, let us drink some dry tea). So I tell Zaina about my mission and she invites us to her apartment in the…wait for it…”The Bronx” baby. I cannot tell you how hyped I was knowing that I am going to sleep in the same neighborhood that JLo sang about. Yo, I was ready…Bronx is like “inside” of New York, just what I wanted.
So we catch the path train from NJ to NY then connect with the D train I think, to the Bronx. Once our bags were set, Zaina asked me where I wanted to go (meanwhile my mother and sister had no say in the plans because I was the most excited so technically, it was my vacation…snap snap). I told Zaina I wanted to go somewhere “Sex and the City” like to eat and chill (and see cute guys).
I wasn’t even ready for what this chic had in store for me. She said she would take me to the Marriot Marquis. Listen, the Marriot hotels in Houston are pretty rough so I was confused…until we got there. The Marriot Marquis is on Broadway Street, very close to Times Square, hidden among the drama of Broadway shows and city lights. Very easy to miss, this hotel. Once inside, we were going to have some drinks at the hotel restaurant called The View, and trust me they call it The View for a very good reason ;). We then caught a crazy elevator which flies up what looks like 100 floors, and by flies, I mean really fast, glass walls, see everything flashing by you, think you might die “flies” (my sister screamed…imagine). By the way before we caught the elevator, we had to make restaurant reservations on the first floor. You literally stand in line…and it was only Tuesday, so imagine weekends. We finally got to the top and were welcomed “New York nicely”…(are you here for drinks or buffet?…I’m fine thank you how are you ma’am, Drinks please…thank you for your kindness).
Ok so The View…my goodness, where do I start. It’s a revolving restaurant….I know. It’s in the middle of NYC and makes a 360˚ turn every hour, so as you sit and eat or drink, you’re treated to the finest view you have never seen of New York City through the glass walls. From the Empire State which was our welcoming view, to the Hudson River and everything in between, all under us or at eye level, The View is priceless. We opted for the bar because the there was another long, waiting line to get to the buffet. I don’t quite remember the price of the drinks because “Zaina” my “cool friend” was taking very good care of us! My sister and I opted for Pina Coladas and my mother…as usual asked for tea (what’s with African parents and tea?). We stayed for the full hour and a half, of which I only sat down for like a total of thirty minutes and spent the other hour staring at the view and wishing upon a star to one day own a penthouse in New York with a view like this. I was not guilty at all for continuously taking pictures because everyone else was also doing it haha, NYC has tourists everywhere. On our way out, we met an African American gentleman who opted to take our pictures, mehn this guy made us pose like it was some kinda photo-shoot, telling us how to smile and where to put our hands, only to find dark pictures in my phone…but great job “guy”, you made it fun.
We left the Marriot at about 11pm and since we were so hungry Zaina took us to a restaurant called Juniors, also on Broadway, known for having the “World’s Most Fabulous Cheesecake”. The food was pretty
basic usual, burgers, fries. They start you off with vegetable appetizers. What caught my eye was the beets. I had never had the chance to eat beets and then this one time I heard Mrs. Obama say she doesn’t like beets and since I only aspire to be like her, I figured I probably don’t like beets too. But since they were in my face…and for free, hey, I tried them. I actually thought they were pretty impressive, nothing eeekkk. The rest of the food was good, but honestly nothing you wouldn’t find elsewhere. I opted for a beef burger which I hadn’t had in a long time…not such a burger fan.
I was waiting for this famous cheesecake though, so when the waiter asked if we wanted dessert, my yes was the loudest…even after downing that enormous stuffed bun. Mehn, this cheese cake showed up and I had the sudden urge to email the owners of this place to “First of all” go eat Cheese Cake Factory cheese cake, and “secondly but most important”, edit the “Most Fabulous Cheesecake” part out of their about section on the website. It’s all love but that cheesecake was…BASIC…! Nothing juicy, nothing hilarious…nothing. But it’s a historical place, so we ate the damn cheesecake…I think we chose the plain one cos it’s the one that won some competition (at that point I wasn’t even bothered about the details anymore). That competition must have been in the eighties though cos damn, they need to update that recipe if they plan to win another competition…but then again, maybe its the one we ordered.
Our tummies all filled up, our heads so sleepy, it was time to go home. Day one was over.
Enjoy the pictures!!! And Please let me know what secret hideouts NYC has to offer <3
I am going tell you all about dramatic day two in another post… I call that one “Bronx Turned Up” oh you are not even ready for that experience…I got to see the other side of the Bronx.
Thank you for reading and be safe, love you…xoxo.
And Finally here are some of the shots from my phone…