Since I started my business, we go to African markets with the products. I never thought before, what a big work it is, to participate even in a 2 or 3 days long festival! The work starts weeks-months before, and the previous days before the occasions start are just mad. Several boxes, clothes racks and
The other day I went to a festival to sell my products. We were having a nice conversation with two Austrian ladies, when suddenly a man, who knew one of the women, appeared. After a few minutes it turned out that he is Hungarian, like me. So my friend told him that these clothes are
Life with Afroeuropean children I think I have told you guys that I have four kids. My first son is Hungarian, the three smaller ones are Igbo-Hungarian. So that is how I have realized that raising mixed children is totally different from raising white ones. Naturally there are a lot of issues which are exactly
Learning about African hair and skin When I got married to my African husband and the children started coming, I had to face some new challenges. My hair is totally straight, I wash it and comb it, finish. Well, that does not work with my babies. The boys are still an easier ride because their
For me the African patterns and colours work like sugar for the brain…I am totally addicted to them. They are very different and I just feel that we should wear them more often because they can affect our mood and cheer us up.
Actually, I can frankly say, I am totally addicted to African fabrics. Sometimes when I am in a bad mood, I will just type into Google: African prints, and I keep scrolling down and down and admire these beautiful colours….and after a while I just feel peace. And the urge, to get them. I get inspirations from looking at the colours, the patterns. So, that is me.
Before I met my husband about 13 years ago, I never tried African food. We met online and soon I visited him in Vienna. He welcomed me with African rice with stew and fried plantain. The food was hot, the guy was cool…. I stayed for the weekend. He was a very good cook according to his friends.
Actually it all started when I was pregnant with my fourth baby. I got an old sewing machine from my godfather and started sewing. Somehow it was like an instinct, a whisper from the little girl in my womb, that is why later I named my label Omalicha – which means Beauty -, as a thank you to my daughter for the “advice”.
2020 is a year full of thinking. Full of unexpected events, bad happenings that make me sit down and re-evaluate many things about my work. Last week I took part in a festival organised by a few wonderful African women.
