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I think there are not too many women in this world who are truly satisfied with their looks. It practically flows from everywhere in the media, that only slim is good, only thin is healthy and beautiful. Well, if it comes to women. A man is good anyhow, but the expectations against us are extremely high, I think.

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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. I appreciated very well that they invited us because I know they were attacked that they should not work with whites. Last year I personally was attacked by some women, accusing me that I am robbing Africans off their culture. I made a lot of thinking after that. After the festival, again, I am thinking.

I learned history. I know what Western European countries did in Africa. A part of the terrible deeds was that they took away ancient historical treasures, statues, symbols and so on, and they piled them up in European museums, leaving nothing behind for the rightful owners. They truly robbed Africa off. Africans lost fortunes and tradition.

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How did the idea come for me to start my business?

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". Today I work together with some talented seamstresses.

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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. I only tasted the stew, it was so delicious (they called it sweet which I could not understand because it was salty tongue-out), he put green beans into it also. He kept frying plantains for me the whole weekend, so I was a happy girl. I enjoyed that stew so much that later I accused him of putting juju in the food so that I will keep coming back to him laughing.

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