Andrella's Blog

We all hope for a better place for ourselves, what of the poor?     The rate of world hunger in the economy has reached its peak and yet we still discard certain signs and incidents. But they won't just go away. Hunger is a disaster that has sunk its claws into our society and it’s just a matter of time before the fangs are bared for feasting and feast it will. I couldn't just let my imagination slide when I saw the picture. I wish the rich will put more zeal in providing the facilities and provisions for remote villages and disaster afflicted areas.     The ignorance that is associated with the situation of the hungry citizens has reached a higher level just as the picture depicts. “There is more fruit in a rich man’s shampoo than in a poor man's food".      Many would not love to part with a cent of their money but this is a necessary good that would make you feel better if you know that you are responsible for someone's breakfast lunch and dinner

This is one of my sketches for a dinner gown. it should be sewn with an African material...brings out the beauty and quality of the design. For more designs and sketches stay posted and follow on Instagram @designsbydrellapowers. Don't forget to check out my page again for Sunday's Ankara outfit

Ankara design by Drellapowers @designsbydrellapowers .  I will be rocking this shoe with my Ankara outfit next Sunday to church. stay posted and anticipate #thenewafricanbranddrellapowers.  It can also be worn out with a white Jean trouser and the poncho. it also comes with a matching choker.

Another amazing design by Drellapowers @designsbyderllapowers This is a combination of vintage and English cotton top with a lace belt. This dress was hand-stitched from the start, the skirt is made from a vintage material, a brown cotton top and a snatched lace waist belt. Stay posted for more designs and the Ankara design for next week.

A random sketch of a dinner gown that can be sewn with an African material and worn to a wedding ceremony or a gallery opening   

“We’ll discuss this when we get home” This was how the incident was dismissed but Nnenna couldn’t shake the feeling that he watched her every move at the wedding. The day after the wedding they returned to Lagos. Last year was Kelechi's matriculation into Anambra State University. This year Chukuwdi enrolled in the same school as his elder brother and Nnenna joyfully prepared for it. She made his favorite meal ofe-aku and eba she also made some continental dishes and packed in little plates for his friends she then added bottles of malt and zobo . When she arrived at the school with Obinna who insisted on following her and Onyinye_since he had sacked Emeka, the driver, her husband had discovered the truth concerning the money he accused her of stealing through Emeka’s confession she was greeted warmly by her both brothers and her mother. “ Nwam nwaanyi!. kedu? ” Her mother embraced her warmly then took the child from her. “How is our Onyi,?” she asked the asked the baby

   All these came to a halt when she they went for his friend’s wedding in Abuja Mr. Otumba Anayo was a very close friend and he had stayed with Obinna since they met in FEDERAL GOVEMENT COLLEGE, OWERRI. They have been bosom friend s and helped each other succeed in their business. Nnenna was very familiar with him. He always told her stories about their experiences in school. He often told her how happy he was to have her in the family. When they got to Abuja for the wedding they booked a room in the hotel and made themselves comfortable. Nnenna had just fed Onyiye when Nnenna heard a knock on the door, without waiting for her to answer the door opened to reveal Otumba .she turned and greeted him. “Ah. Otumba!. How are you?” she asked then gestured to the bed “see Oyinye oh! You promised me that you were going to see him since”. “Ahah! You know that I have been busy and this my wedding has taken so much time that’s why I sent you the gifts na!' he said jokingly as he cam

Do you believe that you're better and braver than the next person?     I believe what I am and what am yet to be, you too should try and channel your thoughts through positive tunnels. Not everyone is perfect but every human has a unique chance to make a change if not for him but for the community.     Different times I want to give up and forget the latent potential in me but each time I think of what made me start and what made me want what is at the end of it.   Our lives are like projects, each individual his own contractor, engineer and builder. We all decide if we and our potentials work for a better building or rest at just having a hut to sleep in.      I want a large building not only for me but for those in need. We look at ourselves each day and yet wonder why we are given the path in which we tread on. What I was given was a gift which I have to work on, we all have that one golden gift. It is the making of our present lives and the drawing of our future a

 Hello everyone, this is a new design with the African kimono jacket and skirt paired off with  a pair of stiletto heels. although this can be worn to other functions besides church I was slaying my design as I went to church. this is a test design of the real outfit, follow me up on Instagram @drellapowers to get the price tags for my collection. stay posted for my hot African and official styles.

Nnenna was surprised by this change she often expected him to go back to his normal ways when angry but he did not .He took her to church twice a week. One day, when she was in her 6th month he brought home with him boxes of dresses; aso-ike, yards of native wrapper sewn buba and flat slippers,   “All these” he told her.” Are for you, my wife” **** Obinna knew that whatever he did for his wife was not enough to make up for all the episodes she had experienced with him. He was indeed sorry for all that had occurred, he wished he had accepted help long ago but he was working on it now.     Nnenna gave birth to her son on a Tuesday, although she was prepared she still needed Obinna, as usual Obinna had left the house. He always left by 2pm and returned by 4pm. Although she was frightened she definitely pulled through. When they reached the hospital she was quickly taken to the ward where she gave birth. Her chi be blessed for she had given her a male child. Obinna

  He looked at Nnnena's pale face and looked at Obinna before asking again ‘what happened?' not waiting for an answer he noted that her pulse was weak. He sniffed the scent of fresh blood, quickly he scanned her body, then the room. He turned back to her limp form and raised the wrapper what he found confirmed his suspicion. “I didn’t mean to do it” .her husband said before he could ask again. “You killed the child!” he spoke harshly. “Did you know that? Eh? I have told you to seek help for this your anger issues but you won’t. Now look!” he gestured towards his wife. “there is not much I can do here, make warm water and bathe her then wait for her to recover”. “Make sure you clean her wounds and give her the antibiotics. Cook native soup, ugwu soup and ofe aku , give her enough water her body needs it. It will be long before her womb heals”   He walked to the door, without turning he said “take time Obinna if not she will leave you one day, some wounds don’t h

       One of my designs, this is a long poncho inspired by the Mexican top and the Yoruba agbada . As a student of the department of History and international Relations at Veritas University Abuja, you are allowed to get a good feel of the course with different attire combinations. Hello everyone, the prices for my African collection are out on Instagram @drellapowers .

She was almost done when she heard the roar from below stairs. 'NneenaAmaka!!!!' 'Yes Obim.' she quickly suspended the letter and rushed from her room. The wave of dizziness she felt almost crippled her, she took a moment to catch her breath. When she got downstairs she knew she was in for another beating.   Papers littered everywhere, Obinna’s suitcase was overturned. She knew something was missing. She didn’t even register the whole scene before she felt it_ the familiar sound of belt hitting flesh_ her flesh_ she howled in pain, knelt and began packing the papers when she received another stroke of the belt. She could feel the belt open up healing wounds on her back despite her thick buba . Obinna wielded the belt in anger. 'Where is the cheque and the 80,000 Naira I kept there?’ He lashed out again. 'So you stole my money? Eh? Onyioshi! After bringing you to the city and training your brothers?     Obinna never let her forget that, he expec