Pains of being a fine girl
This was supposed to be posted yesterday but, blogger.com had other plans for me. So as you read this, pretend today hasn't dawned yet Thank you.
I woke up undecided today.
I had already booked a hair appointment yesterday with someone until I went online on WhatsApp to discover I had two classes from 10 am to 12 pm. I really wanted to get my hair done in preparation for my upcoming IT defence which is scheduled to hold less than five days from today. So, it was a battle of which should be forfeited. It was 6 am so, I figured if I had a quick bath we could start earlier than the initially planned 8 am and finish latest by 11am afterall she must have picked and mixed the attachments (I bought two colours)which I had given her last night to pick so as to save both time and strength today. I can attend atleast the second class even if I miss the first.
I arrived at her house which is near mine but she was preparing her children for school so, I had to wait wondering why I didn't complete my beauty sleep . She suggested I start combing my 'forest' as it was scaring her. So, that I started. Carefully pampering and detangling it in sections. I really hated Combs both big but especially small toothed ones so, I hardly use them.
She runs a little but very busy kiosk so, after about an hour of eventually detangling my hair and waiting for her to attend to the last customer just before another "last" customer comes, She asked me to bring out a bench and a plastic seat.
She has no salon so, We had to make do with an open space just beside her kiosk which is infront of her house. She started making the hair by some minutes to the hour of 10. By then, I had already given up the hopes of attending the second class. I just prayed they won't take a serious attendance like yesterday. She started to pick the attachment still complaining of how full my hair is and the possibility of me getting an extra pack of attachments while, I pretended to press my phone as I watched students walk hastily to either school or, wherever they were going with that hastiness. Some spared me a glance but, I knew they weren't appreciating this my fine face but my "Forest".
Me flaunting my hair the day before😜
This hairstylist started to braid my hair, skull,brain and intestine(don't ask me how).
With clenched lips and employing all the muscles in her upper limb, She yanked at my hair using a rat tail comb strongly determined to get rid of every tangle and with every yank came tufts of hair. I couldn't shout because, I gotta suck it in. I mean passerbys were admiring my hair and a single whimper might kill the decision of an intringued sister willing to groom her natural hair. So with a plastic smile, I sat still trying to hide my pain and answer a million questions on how I grew my hair from admirers who come and go.
I was all types of emotions from pain to anger and irritation at everything happening around me. This hairstylist would cut out a section and comb my life out then, when she's about to braid it, a customer would come so, she'll abandon me to attend to the person. When she returns, she still angrily rakes that same section with that d narrow toothed rat tail comb claiming it had knotted up again.
We'll be doing just fine again until her sister In-law's child who was playing with sand starts wailing again then, she would pick her from the floor and start pampering her till she keeps quiet then she drops her to continue her play, wipe her sandy hand on her gown and return to my hair. I didn't have the morale to tell her to wash her hands first because this woman is pregnant and she might intensify yanking my hair in the name of combing to get back at me. I'll be trying to just ignore her bringing sand to my hair then some random person comes to touch my hair again without permission.
You wouldn't believe someone who bought buns from the hairstylist and was eating it in pinches also came to "admire" my hair with her oily hands. I was just helpless because she gave nice compliments and she looked oblivious of the crime she committed.
The harsh rays from the sun chased us around. We would move to a shady side only for the sun to come there causing us to relocate to another. No matter how we moved, we never really moved miles away from her kiosk. When she noticed my displeasure, she called her junior brother to man the kiosk so she could fully concentrate but then, her sister In-law's child wasn't getting the memo as she just cries non-stop .
I was really annoyed when Students I saw going to classes in the morning started to return yet, my hair wasn't done. It was already past 4 pm yet, my poor hair was still being peppered. She finally finished the hair with almost half of the attachment untouched. I looked into a glass window around to discover the hairstyle was scanty and short as against the length and volume I told her I wanted. I was really pissed.
Wait! I thought she said the attachment won't be enough?
Did I ask anyone to help me economise?
What will I then do with the remaining one?
I complained these to her still trying to keep my anget at bay so, she had to offer to lose some braids,add more attachments from the untouched and remake it tomorrow.
I tried to say a polite thank you as I gathered the tufts of hair the angry comb pulled from my head before all these Benz- hungry lads locate them. It was actually bigger than I thought when gathered. Then,I left for my house enduring the great pain on my head. I had a cold bath then proceeded to burn the mass of hair at the backyard. I could have snapped it to show you guys but,I don't want a constant remember.
Meanwhile, my defence has been postponed to the first week of April. My course rep just posted it few minutes ago on the group chat and I didn't know if I should be happy it'll give me more time to prepare or, if I should be angry it wasn't announced earlier so, I would've known I had time to go home for my regular hairstylist to make my hair.
I eventually chose to just stay happy afterall, it's JUST hair (let's go with this deception. thanks). I don't know if I even want to be a fine girl again. (Another deception)
I don't know much but, I know that if I survive this night's ordeal and tomorrow's own, I can survive whatsoever in this life And while I live this life, I also know I'm not nearing that hairstylist again for my hair.
So, Whatsup?
Have you encountered heavy handed hair stylists?
Are you on natural hair?
Do you add extensions like attachment?
How are you holding up today?
I'll show you the hairstyle in the next post. Just helo me pray it's better this time around, I dont have a headache that will last forever and, my hair will still remain for future shakara.
Till next time❤
#QueenLikeNono
#Pains_of_being_a_fine_girl
I woke up undecided today.
I had already booked a hair appointment yesterday with someone until I went online on WhatsApp to discover I had two classes from 10 am to 12 pm. I really wanted to get my hair done in preparation for my upcoming IT defence which is scheduled to hold less than five days from today. So, it was a battle of which should be forfeited. It was 6 am so, I figured if I had a quick bath we could start earlier than the initially planned 8 am and finish latest by 11am afterall she must have picked and mixed the attachments (I bought two colours)which I had given her last night to pick so as to save both time and strength today. I can attend atleast the second class even if I miss the first.
I arrived at her house which is near mine but she was preparing her children for school so, I had to wait wondering why I didn't complete my beauty sleep . She suggested I start combing my 'forest' as it was scaring her. So, that I started. Carefully pampering and detangling it in sections. I really hated Combs both big but especially small toothed ones so, I hardly use them.
She runs a little but very busy kiosk so, after about an hour of eventually detangling my hair and waiting for her to attend to the last customer just before another "last" customer comes, She asked me to bring out a bench and a plastic seat.
She has no salon so, We had to make do with an open space just beside her kiosk which is infront of her house. She started making the hair by some minutes to the hour of 10. By then, I had already given up the hopes of attending the second class. I just prayed they won't take a serious attendance like yesterday. She started to pick the attachment still complaining of how full my hair is and the possibility of me getting an extra pack of attachments while, I pretended to press my phone as I watched students walk hastily to either school or, wherever they were going with that hastiness. Some spared me a glance but, I knew they weren't appreciating this my fine face but my "Forest".
Me flaunting my hair the day before😜
This hairstylist started to braid my hair, skull,brain and intestine(don't ask me how).
With clenched lips and employing all the muscles in her upper limb, She yanked at my hair using a rat tail comb strongly determined to get rid of every tangle and with every yank came tufts of hair. I couldn't shout because, I gotta suck it in. I mean passerbys were admiring my hair and a single whimper might kill the decision of an intringued sister willing to groom her natural hair. So with a plastic smile, I sat still trying to hide my pain and answer a million questions on how I grew my hair from admirers who come and go.
I was all types of emotions from pain to anger and irritation at everything happening around me. This hairstylist would cut out a section and comb my life out then, when she's about to braid it, a customer would come so, she'll abandon me to attend to the person. When she returns, she still angrily rakes that same section with that d narrow toothed rat tail comb claiming it had knotted up again.
We'll be doing just fine again until her sister In-law's child who was playing with sand starts wailing again then, she would pick her from the floor and start pampering her till she keeps quiet then she drops her to continue her play, wipe her sandy hand on her gown and return to my hair. I didn't have the morale to tell her to wash her hands first because this woman is pregnant and she might intensify yanking my hair in the name of combing to get back at me. I'll be trying to just ignore her bringing sand to my hair then some random person comes to touch my hair again without permission.
You wouldn't believe someone who bought buns from the hairstylist and was eating it in pinches also came to "admire" my hair with her oily hands. I was just helpless because she gave nice compliments and she looked oblivious of the crime she committed.
The harsh rays from the sun chased us around. We would move to a shady side only for the sun to come there causing us to relocate to another. No matter how we moved, we never really moved miles away from her kiosk. When she noticed my displeasure, she called her junior brother to man the kiosk so she could fully concentrate but then, her sister In-law's child wasn't getting the memo as she just cries non-stop .
I was really annoyed when Students I saw going to classes in the morning started to return yet, my hair wasn't done. It was already past 4 pm yet, my poor hair was still being peppered. She finally finished the hair with almost half of the attachment untouched. I looked into a glass window around to discover the hairstyle was scanty and short as against the length and volume I told her I wanted. I was really pissed.
Wait! I thought she said the attachment won't be enough?
Did I ask anyone to help me economise?
What will I then do with the remaining one?
I complained these to her still trying to keep my anget at bay so, she had to offer to lose some braids,add more attachments from the untouched and remake it tomorrow.
I tried to say a polite thank you as I gathered the tufts of hair the angry comb pulled from my head before all these Benz- hungry lads locate them. It was actually bigger than I thought when gathered. Then,I left for my house enduring the great pain on my head. I had a cold bath then proceeded to burn the mass of hair at the backyard. I could have snapped it to show you guys but,I don't want a constant remember.
Meanwhile, my defence has been postponed to the first week of April. My course rep just posted it few minutes ago on the group chat and I didn't know if I should be happy it'll give me more time to prepare or, if I should be angry it wasn't announced earlier so, I would've known I had time to go home for my regular hairstylist to make my hair.
I eventually chose to just stay happy afterall, it's JUST hair (let's go with this deception. thanks). I don't know if I even want to be a fine girl again. (Another deception)
I don't know much but, I know that if I survive this night's ordeal and tomorrow's own, I can survive whatsoever in this life And while I live this life, I also know I'm not nearing that hairstylist again for my hair.
So, Whatsup?
Have you encountered heavy handed hair stylists?
Are you on natural hair?
Do you add extensions like attachment?
How are you holding up today?
I'll show you the hairstyle in the next post. Just helo me pray it's better this time around, I dont have a headache that will last forever and, my hair will still remain for future shakara.
Till next time❤
#QueenLikeNono
#Pains_of_being_a_fine_girl
Personally I think natural hair sisters were specially created by God coz even while having a relaxed hair,my hair is strong as rock and doesn't really fear God. I mean I'll relax hair today and try to comb it by tomorrow and the comb doesn't know how to pass through without giving migrane�� I do hate braiding my hair too coz all the hairstylists I've been to do not understand time management too��I'll plan to braid the hair for three hours and that's the day they plan to invest in their other businesses which is not my hair�� and my my, your hair is beautiful... I hope you have a great defence too and slay while you're at it❤❤❤��
ReplyDeleteThanks babe. I will surely do o. I'm already blushing sef.
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