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Okay I wear my hair short for very simple reasons. Please listen very carefully as I divulge these reasons.
1. I don’t like combing- I had an afro which sometimes if I pulled had enough came into a rude puff (pouting n all, threatening to burst out) for a while, and that was a very hectic time, combing took up the biggest part of my day- dressing up became 2 hours longer- all because hair had to be combed or designed or is it styled?
2. I got tired of checking the weather- you see I had to make sure I didn’t get rained on or else my hair would shrink into this mean tight mass on head and hence forth scare people around me. Then I couldn’t afford windy conditions as it hair soon followed the wind and would remain in a state of suspended animation dependent on where the wind left it. Then I couldn’t do dust and my lovely hometown is also hometown to dust, or else my hair would appear in brownish hues. U get my drift? I just got fed up of looking over my shoulder to see what weather was coming up and whether I needed to hide until the sun came out. The sun was kinder to my afro; however my preferred weather is rain n wind...things that my hair couldn’t work with.
3. I got tired of mirror checks.- I had to always check myself out, check the hair was in position, pat it down or comb it some more. Too tired, and I didn’t have a personal assistant.
4. I loathe salons- an afro meant I frequented the salon more often; I needed help washing and oiling it. My experience is that the less I see of saloons especially their insides, the better.
5. I know nothing about hair oil; I was always getting confused about what hair product to use, even more confusing when u have natural hair. Eventually the products I found were strangely the most expensive ones. I smelt a conspiracy. Or maybe it was my ignorance causing a stink.
6. I had a fight with my afro one morning- it just wouldn’t get styled...so I marched to the saloon where the man then cut it off....
I was excited with my new short hair: for one, I could actually comb with my fingers. Yet my life with short hair has caused me even more angst, why? I have noted with growing dismay that my short hair is growing- combing has become a dedicated daily battle again.
Plus, I am still enthralled in battles with hair products- I lied to myself, thinking I wouldn’t need them for this short stuff....and while I no longer suffer from the adverse effects of weather changes on my hair’s appearance, I now have to run from my beautiful friends who can’t get enough of my short stuff. Apparently, my hair is very soft to touch, and I have hence been turned into guinea pigs by my friends, surprised that my nappy hair is so alluringly soft. I am not surprised- they should touch my dad’s- they will be in awe. `
Further to my growing dismay, I look forward to resurrecting my afro days...this episode continues to grow on me.
In case you are wondering, the Kenyan wears her hair in braids. lovely curly braids. I banished braids from my hair country- the process was too long and painful when it was time for the braids to get out. But scientists that know me, like my mother and sister, argue that this pain was brought on because i allowed the braids too often to literally become one with my hair....i left the braids in too long. so much for braiding.
The Ugandan...with short hair...that’s growing...
1. I don’t like combing- I had an afro which sometimes if I pulled had enough came into a rude puff (pouting n all, threatening to burst out) for a while, and that was a very hectic time, combing took up the biggest part of my day- dressing up became 2 hours longer- all because hair had to be combed or designed or is it styled?
2. I got tired of checking the weather- you see I had to make sure I didn’t get rained on or else my hair would shrink into this mean tight mass on head and hence forth scare people around me. Then I couldn’t afford windy conditions as it hair soon followed the wind and would remain in a state of suspended animation dependent on where the wind left it. Then I couldn’t do dust and my lovely hometown is also hometown to dust, or else my hair would appear in brownish hues. U get my drift? I just got fed up of looking over my shoulder to see what weather was coming up and whether I needed to hide until the sun came out. The sun was kinder to my afro; however my preferred weather is rain n wind...things that my hair couldn’t work with.
3. I got tired of mirror checks.- I had to always check myself out, check the hair was in position, pat it down or comb it some more. Too tired, and I didn’t have a personal assistant.
4. I loathe salons- an afro meant I frequented the salon more often; I needed help washing and oiling it. My experience is that the less I see of saloons especially their insides, the better.
5. I know nothing about hair oil; I was always getting confused about what hair product to use, even more confusing when u have natural hair. Eventually the products I found were strangely the most expensive ones. I smelt a conspiracy. Or maybe it was my ignorance causing a stink.
6. I had a fight with my afro one morning- it just wouldn’t get styled...so I marched to the saloon where the man then cut it off....
I was excited with my new short hair: for one, I could actually comb with my fingers. Yet my life with short hair has caused me even more angst, why? I have noted with growing dismay that my short hair is growing- combing has become a dedicated daily battle again.
Plus, I am still enthralled in battles with hair products- I lied to myself, thinking I wouldn’t need them for this short stuff....and while I no longer suffer from the adverse effects of weather changes on my hair’s appearance, I now have to run from my beautiful friends who can’t get enough of my short stuff. Apparently, my hair is very soft to touch, and I have hence been turned into guinea pigs by my friends, surprised that my nappy hair is so alluringly soft. I am not surprised- they should touch my dad’s- they will be in awe. `
Further to my growing dismay, I look forward to resurrecting my afro days...this episode continues to grow on me.
In case you are wondering, the Kenyan wears her hair in braids. lovely curly braids. I banished braids from my hair country- the process was too long and painful when it was time for the braids to get out. But scientists that know me, like my mother and sister, argue that this pain was brought on because i allowed the braids too often to literally become one with my hair....i left the braids in too long. so much for braiding.
The Ugandan...with short hair...that’s growing...
good on ya
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