being qaali

Tag: africa

  • Vogue Africa?

    Vogue Africa?

    Edward Enninful, the new Editor-in-Chief of British Vogue, has already put his money where his mouth is, with a reformed and more inclusive vision for the future of the UK edition. I mean look at how beautiful this cover is! I am here for this on so many levels and this is an exciting time to be alive – watching change happen right before your eyes is an inspiring feeling and I salute Edward for keeping true to his vision and starting a chapter that will fill so many lives with such positive energy.

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  • Self-Love is Political

    Self-Love is Political

    Taking taking of yourself, using your energy on things that matter to you and spending resources on yourself can sometimes feel incredibly selfish and in recent years self-love has become the buzzword that we can’t escape. If it isn’t slogans on t-shirts, it’s face masks and candles on Instagram, and honestly I can’t shake the feeling that it sometimes feels incredibly ingenious. Maybe that’s because the western ideals and values that hold the pillars to everyday life aren’t really ones that I deeply resonate with (or because it is always protrayed as editorial when it’s a valley girl and ‘too extra when it’s a woman of colour). (more…)

  • The Identity in Language

    The Identity in Language

    The Uber driver looked at me confused when I entered the backseat of his car. Puzzled he looked at me through the rearview after we exchanged hellos and he asks “So what is your name again?”

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  • Harar: A photo story

    Harar: A photo story

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  • Ayeeyo | Grandmother

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    My grandma was one of the closest friends I’ve ever had and I remember always wanting to be just like her. To be as open, as worldly, as loving, as wise. I remember tracing the scar on her ankle that she got from a bullet and seeing her as superwoman. I remember seeing her communicate with all our neighbours although she spoke no Danish and believing she was out of this world. I remember the veins on her hand and the smell of her perfume. (more…)