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"When I got back to school from learning how to braid hair in Kenya, I also decided it was going to be my side hustle. I was going to make some money braiding people’s hair. So I went through the great trouble of creating a poster but I just didn’t have the heart to charge anyone so my friends would make appointments with me and I would spend the weekend braiding their hair, and I just couldn’t charge them so I never made any money from it."Lupita Nyong’o for Vogue [x].

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Debbie Allen and Phylicia Rashād
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Born Phylicia Ayers-Allen on June 19, 1948 (Ageless at 65 years)
Born Deborrah Kaye Allen on January 16, 1950 (Forever young at age 64)

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‘I started the shop in 1979,’ Vall explains. ‘Thirty five years ago.’ A short man with cropped grey hair, he seems much younger. Vall was born in Nema, far in the east of the country. ‘At that time, it took six days to travel to the capital,’ he says. Like so many others fleeing the drought and hardships of the countryside, Vall settled in Nouakchott. With a steady supply of music from Mali and Senegal, he built the Saphire D’Or.

‘I picked the name after the most beautiful thing, which is gold, naturally.’ Deejaying at soirées throughout the capital, Vall lists a number of the hotels and nightclubs where the Mauritanian youth partied late into the night: the Chinguetti, the Palmeri, the Maision de Jeune. Most of them no longer exist, torn down, paved over, and replaced.

Over the years, as vinyl faded into obscurity and Nouakchott’s old residents cast out their record collections, Vall was here to absorb them. ‘All the vinyl records that were in Mauritania, I pretty much have them here,’ he laughs. He began to sell dubbed cassettes. Customers could come in, browse the records and make their choice.

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