For an entire decade, my wrist was diagnosed with a lack of enjoyment. No peculiar taste or personality in watches. It felt as bland as having a nude wrist...I doubted if I could ace those grades in high school, let alone show my kindergarten crush that I had made some coin.Both my friends and my dog ridiculed me for blending in and lacking that fashion flair.I boarded a one-way flight from Botswana to Switzerland, driven to make my dog proud.I was completely mesmerized by the cheese, punctual trains, and rich watch culture.My watch enthusiast friends and Instagram feed ventured out on my daily escapades, curing my wrist from the pain of lacking watch finesse.I haven't looked back since. I'm now documenting and sharing my passion for luxury watchmaking.🍓a petrolhead, with an afro-tech & amapiano lifestyle – and coffee love language.