Lydia's Weekly Lifestyle blog is for today's African girl, so no subject is taboo. My purpose is to share things that may interest today's African girl.

This week's contributors: Lydia, Pépé Pépinière, Titi. This week's subjects: Milan Fashion Week, Hanging Your Dirty Lingerie Outside? and City Hotel

Milan Fashion Week: Abeg, Who Told Everyone to Dress Like This? Milan Fashion Week has arrived, and nobody came to behave. Milan Fashion Week is that one week when even getting coffee looks like a fashion moment. From September 22nd–28th, 2026, the city became one giant fashion playground—runways inside, street-style slay outside. Milano traded its usual Italian ease for seven days of runway drama, street-style theatre and fabulous outfits to make your wardrobe question its life choices. Also enough designer bags floating around to make your bank account feel personally attacked. Prada opened the week. Vogue World: Milano brought the spectacle. Fendi, Gucci, Max Mara, Dolce & Gabbana and Armani brought the heavy hitters. And the streets? Pure fashion chaos—in the best possible way. In Milan, apparently, “I just threw this on” means perfectly tailored trousers, an immaculate handbag, sunglasses, killer shoes and a coat that probably costs more than your first car. But Milan Fashion Week isn't only about the runway. The CNMI Fashion Hub at Palazzo Morando brought fashion closer to the public, while Palazzo Reale hosted Dalí e la moda, adding an art-meets-fashion moment to the week's agenda. And outside the shows? Brera, Via Montenapoleone, the Duomo and those effortlessly polished Milanese streets became their own street-style runway. The Milan formula was clear: impeccable tailoring, beautiful accessories, confident silhouettes—and absolutely no apology for looking expensive. Meanwhile, the Accra fashion girl is taking notes: Can it survive Accra heat? Can it handle Airport traffic? Can the heels survive Independence Avenue? Because Milan may have the marble palazzos and Via Montenapoleone, but Accra has its own fashion language—bold, expressive, practical and unapologetically stylish. Milan brought the Italian polish. Accra brings the personality. SS27 just got a lot more interesting. Milan understands one important thing: If you're going to be seen, you might as well give them something to look at.

Hanging Your Dirty Lingerie Outside? US President Trump has just been told to pay $5.6 million to journalist E. Jean Carroll for sexual abuse. The case dates back to 1996, and Carroll has meanwhile turned 82, Trump is 80. 30 Years for a court case, justice delayed is justice denied? In Ghana the average court case takes a bit less than 3 years. But there is a second case. After Carroll accused Trump, Trump called her a liar, and Carroll sued Trump for defamation. This defamation case is worth $83.3 million. The importance of the case lies in the fact that Carroll is seen as the standard-bearer for dozens of other women who have accused the US leader of sexual misconduct. It is probably not the right time for Trump for this type of thing. Harvey Weinstein, the American film producer who brought many actors and actresses to stardom, has just been sentenced to 15 years in prison after some of these same stars claimed he had tried to assault them. Gwyneth Paltrow, who won an Academy Award for Shakespeare in Love (1998), was one of them. There are others. And it created the “Me Too” movement. Meaning? “Me Too” means they too have experienced sexual harassment or abuse. It became a way for women to speak out and show that they were not alone. But some say the “Me too” stands for I too was trying to get to the top by any means. And in Ghana? What do we do with our dirty lingerie? It appears we have more dignity than our friends across the Atlantic. Sometimes you hear rumors, but generally the Ghanaian public is not really interested and will quickly look at something else. Are we more civilized than Americans? The first Akan state, Bono Manso was founded in 1295, Columbus was born 156 years later. Let’s judge ourselves and not leave it to others.

City Hotel, 4 Stars Barnes Road, West Ridge, started as the Novotel in 1988, towards the end of Ghana’s very dark years, and at that time it was about Ghana’s only decently operating hotel. It was very central and near the ministries, quite convenient, the little business there was in Ghana at that time was mainly Ghana Government and international aid business. Golden Tulip, now Lancaster, opened a few years later and today they are all here: Hilton, Ibis, Kempinski, Marriott, Holiday Inn and several other international and local hotels. But in 2023 Novotel moved out and the Ghanaian owners of the hotel decided to go it their own way, under the name City Hotel. It still has a French streak, so we decided to have one croissant there and some coffee, and indeed, the croissant was about the best I’ve ever had in Accra, though a bit too salty for my liking, but then I hardly take salt. The coffee was OK, the cappuccino could have had more coffee taste. And the bill? GHC 710 for 2 croissants, 2 cups of coffee and a cappuccino. I protested, and it was explained to me that that’s how the breakfast was costed. I told the lady they should have clearly indicated that before we sat down and ordered, and that I was definitely not going to pay. Eventually they came back with a bill of GHC 128, GHC 25 for a croissant and GHC 39 for the coffee and for the cappuccino. All good. But now the moral of this story. City Hotel is no more under foreign (French) management. When we entered, 3 waiters and the cashier were loudly discussing something very important near the entrance of the dining room and did not really see us enter. When it was still Novotel, we would have been “seated” and been asked if we were hotel guests and if we came for their full breakfast. And there were some other things. The table had been laid with a plate, fork, knife and a napkin. Several waiters were trying to serve our table, so there was confusion. One waiter came and removed the plate, fork, knife and napkin, and replaced them with a plate, fork, knife and napkin. First the croissant did not come, and then we rather got 2 instead of 1. Amongst the sugar offer there was only white and brown, no zero-calorie sweetener. So I asked for this, but nothing happened. I got up and checked the other tables. One indeed had my calorie-free sweetener. And I took some coffee spoons as well, which had not been brought. Then crystal white sugar arrived, in a cute little bowl. The acoustics too have gone haywire. The walls are almost barren, so everything bounces back, and despite the very few customers on this Sunday morning, we had to speak loud to hear ourselves above the important discussion going on at the entrance. The place does not look very friendly anyway. Training, training, training, retraining and supervision. That’s what’s needed to keep the standards up. If not, the stars will soon fall off, first from 4 to 3, and by the time the room maintenance is not done again either, down to 2. Our president has been warning against poor service and standards in our hospitality industry. I agree with him, and he agrees with me.

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