About two months ago, Dorothy had told me about a certain weave. It was cute and CHEAP. Y’all know how I go when I hear something is cheap, right? She used it and it was quite beautiful, so I was encouraged. Fast forward to last weekend when I visited Benin and decided to have it “installed” (I really want to say “fixed” but woke people will not let me have peace).
I am rarely lucky in the beauty salons, this is a fact. Almost every time I have to get my hair done, I go home visibly upset or not-just-in-the-mood-to-vex silent. The hairstylists either don’t understand the style I explain or attempt to uproot my edges a.k.a. front hair or leave me for some apprentice to use my head for practice. Whichever way, it almost never ends well. Imagine my excitement when I looked in the mirror and the hair was already turning out well, even before this hairstylist was finished.
I don’t know why I didn’t notice it early enough. Maybe it was because I was busy devouring this very yummy black forest cake from Nadia Bakery. Who would not be totally charmed by that cake? It’s a chocolate cake layered with whipped cream and thin pineapple slices, topped off with chocolate shavings. What more do you want in life? Some of you need more chocolates in life. All those aggressive Twitter warriors and Facebook ninjas need pastries. If they eat enough pastries, they wouldn’t be typing epistles against the Hallelujah Challenge… ah, I digress.
So because of cake, I didn’t feel the pain in its entirety. I just thought it was the usual pain caused by hair manipulation. By the time we left this woman’s salon, I was getting chills at regular intervals. When night fall came, I was tossing and turning in bed. In the morning I couldn’t keep quiet again, so I asked Dorothy if she experienced as much pain, she said no. She also said it would pass. Guys, it has been a week! The middle of my head is threatening to break open. My scalp is sore. My brain is weak.
But the hair is so fine! So, no, I won’t have common sense and uninstall the weave. I’m not ready to go to Benin just yet and I don’t have the strength for the hairstylists in Uromi (my eyes have seen enough). Plus any other excuse I can find for choosing to suffer. Before you judge me, let’s look at the Pros of keeping this weave:
1. I am totally hot stuff right now.
2. I get to flip my hair at annoying people (read boss).
3. I get to say “sorry, I can’t hear you over the volume of my hair” (in my mind).
4. I can now say no to a lot more people because it involves shaking my head and consequently, hair.
So you see why I need to hold it together for just one more week? Let’s be hot for one more week, please.
Make no mistake, folks! This is not vanity. Nay, this is BRAVERY!
Photo source: Pinterest. Did you think it was me? Lool!