naledi in blue leteisi bag
Intriguing. Demanding attention. Flamboyant mixing of Western and African culture. It is inspiring and good to see how African design and art have evolved through fashion. Each very unique and special, telling one story or the other of Africa, about How we tucked away this secret. The most certain truth is Africa has always been hidden in plain sight. Today, the new age tells us that Africa fashion is on the rise. Africa has been up, it’s just that we gave just enough information to be mysterious. Not anymore, meet one of Africa’s gems, Ashanti Chique.
Ashanti Chique is a fashion forward, fierce afropolitan clothing accessories label by qualified style and Makeup Consultant Jennifer Osei-Mensah of the Evolushon Images, Image Consultancy Brand. Ashanti Chique accessories are designed for the Urban Diva who is stylish yet proud of her African roots. The Ashanti Chique lady reflects this pride through her use of afro chic, afropolitan accessories in her everyday style choices.
Ashanti chique currently specializes in clutch bags and peplum belts made from modern and traditional African print fabric. The designs are made in such a way to capture the uniqueness of the combination of the various prints, colours and textures of the fabric whilst reflecting the beauty of our African heritage.

We make use of German Print “Letasie” native to the Tswana tradition and “Ankara/Ntuma” native to Ghanaian/ Nigerian tradition.

The peplum belts are detachable and can be used on skirts, tops, dresses or shorts. The simple addition of a peplum belt can take any outfit from drab to fab instantly. The clutch bags were designed with the aim of producing an appealing yet durable piece that could match any outfit, be it cocktail, office or formal inspired.
star in peplum shoulder shawl

We produce a variety of sized clutch bags to suit the desires of our customers. Our introductory range include stiff clutch bags that vary from small to large and envelope bags that are medium in size.

Naledi Fun colourful bag
models in Ashanti
Naledi Lime Outfit
naledi in Belt and bag printed
star in purple peplum
star in Ashanti Chique bags
naledi in leather

We pride ourselves in creating quality, stylishly diverse pieces to suit any personality type.

models showcasing bags

BEHIND THE SCENES. It was a rainy, cloudy day. 6am call-time and we thought the clouds would clear. 5pm, still. They didn’t. We accepted God’s blessings. Welcome Ashanti Chicque, Botswana.

To place an order Contact Evolushon Images on +26771603212 or email, you can also visit our Facebook page


till next time because Botswana got more.
the khoi-fro Fashion Artist


“I am because We are”..

This week has been great to me. I thought about excellence and dedication.
Our society tends to focus on “public figures, politicians, celebrities,sport figures and entertainers who do outstanding work and get recognized for their achievements. I am all for achievements, and just as much in favor of recognition for those who deserve it. But what about those who give their best but never receive recognition? or honor? or financial reward? I have never been about that and today I know that Its Okay. God, the universe sees you. That alone should be more than comforting because it’s from the heart and for your heart. It’s for the passion. It felt good to get a nod for something you do because you love, dearly. I am humbled to be featured in one of the world’s loved magazines and sites, ELLE MAGAZINE site, Natura Magazine, TRUE LOVE MAGAZINE NOVEMBER 2013 ISSUE- Voted “WE REALLY LIKE” by the Fashion Editor and the team. I am more buzzing because from the pits of my heart, this is for Botswana. “I am because we are.”
I wont lie, I appreciate all the wonderful remarks and comments. Though they did not cure me,they did force me to admit that I might be on the right path to my personal fulfillment. My personal legend. Just yesterday, I’ve sat around the corner, waiting for the African skies to tel me “go”. She cleared and I obeyed my passion. I am more than ready for my next cue..

Through the African Corners..
the khoi-fro vintage shirt

The weeks nods..(FEATURES)
Here are the links to my features..
THE FASHION BOMB DAILY Fashion Bombshell Of the Day: Tsholo
NATURA MAGAZINE Botswana Beauty Tsholo Dikobe
ELLE MAGAZINE Eye on The Khoi-fro

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till next time because, I am because we are.
The khoi-fro Fashion Artist.

photography| Khwezi Mphatlalatsan’


An ode to my genes…

the-khoi-fro-levis1Levi’s. 90’s Levi’s 501, original cut. Great jeans. That’s what my father bought me almost 2 decades ago while he was living in the US. He was trendy without being tacky. I trusted him. But come to think of it now, I realized now that I trusted him because he was well-traveled. He had to have a great taste. He had to have picked up great clothes all the time for my sisters, my mother and I. So, instantaneously I fell in love with the Levi’s jeans. They way they looked against my sun kissed skin.They were a size 30. All my teenage life I wore these size 30 regular fitted Levi’s jeans yet I weighed 38kg!The imbalance. Today i sat and laughed about it. The thought of it, the horror! Yesterday has began to reappear. Every last detail of the fabric, fit, sundries and even the smell of those jeans. Fast-forward to 2011,they were now different. They had somehow changed their authentic smell and shape.They were more like high waist-ed jeans and smelled like different futures! I didn’t know how to feel about this. Maybe I had gained weight, weight I struggled to put on ever since primary school.But I was thankful of how they smelt.I just know that I am sick of the cliché 21st jean smell. Helpless, tired of the endless pursuit of wearing them, Late 2011, i put them in a “mozimbabwe” (a guyanese samsonite bag batswana call mozimbabwe). Apparently in Zimbabwe its called “motswana”. Buffoonery! Story for another day. Years passed. I can’t remember the last time minutes disappeared so quickly!I put them away because they now left a million questions i couldn’t answer. All my childhood, in there, stored away. I had stored away, my friends’ stains, the soiled knees, the windy rain stains,fading lawn stains, the tears, the candy wraps, moments of solitude, i had stored away my precious time. A quarter of my life. Oh. There came a time where I had to look like a certain era for a themed party. Oh. I revisited my happy childhood. My original Levi’s 501 jeans. They were still, in 2012, realer than the nonsenseLevi’s in Options chinese stores. I know this because of their arcuate trademark,material of the patch used and printing on the patch. If the patch material seems authentic, most times the printing is not.If the jeans are anything other than black 501s from the 1980s-if they have that on the label then they are fake. Levi’s leather patches are always pale in colour even when new!Its easy to spot a fake, find Clues in the Hue of the jean,check the correct chain stitched hems including the pocket shape, pocket placement and the shape of the yoke. The rear tag of the fake is made of different quality and colour, and the material is thicker. The original’s rear tag is almost paper-like and paper-thin. Spelling. Check! Anyways, I put my original 501’s on. My heart ached for the lost time. It ached for the places I left, the Godly lived childhood. I knew it was too late to turn around. I felt 1999 again.It was then i knew that,man, i loved these jeans. But i knew that somewhere a “stranger” awaits. Mid 2012, I had to say goodbye to my ORIGINAL high-waisted jeans of almost two decades. I didn’t want to, but I had to. Long story. This time it was never about the fit nor the smell. It was all about recycling joy.

Ever since…I never really had the urge to buy jeans, unless they were really different. Different being washed,acid-washed, ripped or an amazing regular fit. Now leggings happened, totally ruined the jean era. Here is to my “love-hate” relationship to my perfect original 501 Levi’s jeans. I wore them for the last time in 2011 with my brown flat boots. I guess you always remember your first love.

….This is me, dear Original Levi’s 501, I miss you and I know that you are a gift of love utterly unasked for by any tight butt. But since you’ve been gone, I’ve tried these..

tsholo dikobe thekhoi-fro
denim bag
khoi-fro vintage shirt
khoi-fro denim on denim

My butt’s keeper…my Levi’s.

I don’t own these great genes, the pictures nor the work but they are surely some of the good 21st century “genes” that i gravitate towards..
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Numéro-Tokyo-Carolyn-Murphy (1)
Chanel: Photocall - Paris Fashion Week Haute Couture F/W 2012/13
till next time because you deserve great genes.
the Khoi Fro Fashion Artist.

photographer| Khwezi Mphatlalatsan’


The Khoi-fro goes to Jo’burg…dreams close to home.

I experienced the element of fear, uncertainty and doubt. What if i come back in a casket? What if i get mugged. What if…
You see, I love travelling. But I didn’t imagine travelling to Johannesburg anytime soon. If i was to travel to Jozi, it would be by air to O.R Tambo and back. These past holidays,on a Saturday morning, i refused to give up on my dreams. I had to remember my own name. Surely my mother didn’t give me this name for nothing. Tsholofelo. Hope. I had to pay a price of commitment, hopped on the next sprinter with my heart’s keeper and hoped for the best. Yes. A minibus- combi. I Hopped onto the next Combi to Jo’burg. I was going to Jo’burg! The place i had so much fear for, for the longest. “Why wrinkle your soul by giving in and giving up because of fear?”.. I knew i had to go there. Money and Time are a commodity made by man. I had neither, so i had to go. Something awaited…

For the past couple of months, again, i had been feeling like my mind was in intensive care. The neighbours are still gossiping about the same things, latest scandal, the constant complains about the things the government promised to do but hasn’t. Nothing has changed. But I knew that after that Berlin trip, anything is possible and that I am different now. This intensive care feeling, not a single pill can save it. It’s too late for aspirin now. What i needed was a 360, a complete treatment. Maybe Johannesburg could help me. We got in Jo’burg at around 4/5 pm, went straight to Jo’burg’s “den”- Park Station. The Horror. I acted like i belonged, trying to not look different but i was freaking out! Anyways,from park station into the gautrain straight to Nomadic’s. Some much happened. Anyways tomorrow was another day. The Following day, I met a couple of creatives- artists in Newtown. Oh, Rusty, Mak1ONE, Breeze, Yoko, Curio and Faith47 to name a few. Forget the urine-stained sidewalks, I felt alive- wondering why Sometimes I forget to look up. I was lost between man and his thoughts. All these thoughts. I visited each one of them. I looked for a home..and travelling got me one- between these graffiti walls. Day 1 and Jo’burg was already happening. I am glad I looked up. I am proud that my heart and legs said “go” and I obeyed. I know I’ll be back, soon. Thank you Johannesburg for helping me celebrate my independence these past holidays, you gave me light, the beaming kind. Pula!
Day 2,3,4 ? Stick around for more. Till next time because you got to meet Jo’burg…more..

…Tell me, why are you still making an excuse? Look up.

Africa is Calling.
the khoi fro