I can't wash it off as I'm going for a pool-party today at the amazing Swahili Beach so I need to be looking equally amazing so nobody notices that I'm not actually getting into the pool. A couple of people we met last night tell us it's going to be a rave and I'm getting ready thinking 'What do people wear to raves?' 'Am I too old to be at a rave?' 'Am I going to have to fist pump?' 'Do I need a glow stick?'
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| Yeah..I'm fly... |
Thankfully the info turns out to be false and we head off. My hair is a rather oily Bantu knot-out but it's the first time it has felt soft since we got here so I who cares? Not I!
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| Quick stopover at 40s |
We turn up all decked out and find people actually swimming. Who does that?! The whole point of a pool party is to prance around in your cozzie sipping cocktails. Well, there's no way I'm getting my hair wet, I'm a black woman, innit! So we head to the bar for what turns out to be the Best. Party. Ever.
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| Notice the travelling flower... (mine now, muahahaha) |
Dimly remember meeting some naturals at the after party...
#shotsshotsshotsshotsshots
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