Anush Nayak
While waiting for everyone to gather for the photowalk, my eyes caught Hannah’s effortless drip. Even before she spoke, her style told a story—bold, playful, unapologetically her. As a boda zipped past, she stood grounded yet radiant: red hair blazing against the city’s muted tones, green-and-black high socks climbing like stripes of confidence, and golden Crocs glinting with quiet rebellion.
It was more than fashion—it was expression. In that moment, I saw creativity walking before me, not trying to fit in, but simply being. Kampala, like Hannah, carries its color in attitude.
