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African markets and festivals

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

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That N word

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

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Life with my Afroeuropean children

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

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Learning about African hair and skin

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

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Come, let us shine!

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.

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How I got to love African soup

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.

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My philosophy

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”.

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A white woman and African materials

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.

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