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Guess Who Just Became a Tapered Babe!

I cut my hair!

I had been speculating for years now. So I finally did it!

So why did I cut it??

To be honest, I just woke up one day and decide against relaxing my new growth. I haven't relaxed my hair in 5 months and the hair really grew!!
What really made me choose to cut it was just the thought of having short hair and being able to enjoy it.

Past experiences with short natural hair:

Childhood
When I was a child in Nigeria, I'm sure my hair was cut short, and it was probably because my mom was over it, but I SURE didn't mind. I remember the teeny tiny puff which grew into 2 giant puff balls. I remember the rubber thread used to make my hair, separated in sections. They hurt so much and I really hated them. Actually, anything involving an African woman touching my head brings headache and face-lift memories. I happen to have a very sensitive scalp and I have learned that beauty hurts. (But not all the time)
High School
I cut my hair twice. And when I say cut, I mean a REALL…

A Rant on Single Stories

About a week ago, my class commenced by watching a ted talk video of Chimamanda Adichie’s “The Danger of a Single Story”. She happens to be one of the most inspiring writers whose work I have always had the pleasure of indulging my frontal lobe. When I watched this video, I felt myself remembering and reliving my childhood. It was like she was telling my story, except for that Mariah Carey album lol. Although, I have had experience in a similar situation where people would ask me if I understood the African artist who featured on BeyoncĂ©’s song, “Grown Woman”. I didn’t, but when I researched the artist, I found out that he, Ismael Kouyate, is an artist from Guinea. Well Guinea, is not exactly Nigeria, where I happen to hail from, but at least they got the continent right... right?

Well, whenever people would ask me if I understood or could translate what the artist was saying, I told them that it’s not my language. I didn’t really catch offense because, people have not really gotten to…

A Bantu Knotted Week

There's this issue that has been brewing in my mind for some time now. This issue is on certain African hairstyles, such as, Bantu knots or plaiting of hair (cornrows). Lately I've been noticing that I don't see a lot of women wearing these hairstyles with pride. It seems like the only time we do these hairstyles is when we're either trying to curl, crochet or weave hair in. Bantu knots are known especially for curling the hair, while the plaited hair is used for curling, crochet or weaves. The only people I find going out with cornrows are young children, a few women and men.
So last week, I decided to go out with my hair in Bantu knots and I took note of some of the experiences I had. To be honest, it was hilarious to me.

1st day:
Saturday - I went to work and was turned back because my pants looked like jeans. (When they weren't, or do I need to upgrade my glasses prescription?) Convenient.
After that, I went for a photo shoot and the photographer was curious ab…

In An Attempt to Feel my Feelings

A few weeks ago, I was surfing the web and I stumbled upon a very beautiful blog called thecuriousgemini. I took to reading and in the midst of reading, I was taken aback by one of its blog posts called Feel Your Feelings. When I saw this title, I thought to myself “hmm... Don’t we all feel our feelings?”, but when I read the post, I realized that I was way off.


I will encourage you to read the post before continuing here, so that you may be able to understand what I am talking about.


When I think of “feeling my feelings”, I’m reminded of the feeler that I am. The over thinker and the planner with no action. When I read, Feel Your Feelings, I got another perspective on this case. I learnt about acknowledging feelings that I am not so comfortable with having. In uncomfortable cases that require me to acknowledge my feelings or react openly, I find myself unresponsive. In Nigeria, we call this nonresponse “forming”. Which means that I am “putting up a front” so that no one would know ho…