MY CROWN, MY FREEDOM

Before the haircut!

I locked my hair because I wanted freedom. I had shaved off my sleek relaxed bob and without my consent the hair dresser cut a whole centimetre more than what we had agreed on...and I know that this has happened to a whole lot of sisters out there, when minutes after the consultation the hair dresser starts with the shady politician tendencies and does not deliver the promised goods...I have resolved that there are three things that ladies should stop looking for and just let God bring to them  that is; the perfect pair of jeans, the unerring hairdresser and Mr Right (FOR YOU!!)

After hair cut

I left the salon feeling more relieved than I had expected, even with the dreaded 1 cm shorter haircut. I got home stood in front of the mirror and I was satisfied and ready for freedom! My hair was easy to wash and comb, easy to base and hair food consumption drastically dropped. I dyed my hair cherry red, then "Passion" plum; it was a really good season. And as all seasons begin; they must come to an end too! A new season had come; I finally locked my afro. Now I must say that I really feel robbed because what happened next was really not part of the deal or I must have missed the fine print when I signed this bugger!! 

Instead of what I thought would be a stroll on the clouds (while eating ice-cream) this is what I got:

After the 8 hours of waiting!

·         To get my hair locked by the best in town I had to wait 8 hours, a whole working day to get my hair done!! 8 hours!!!

·         I then had to come back every two weeks for a treatment, mind you I am just a student at that time and as for most students financial statuses , it’s really more famine than feasts and I was no different.

·          And when I had managed to get enough money I still had to wake up early in the morning to get to the hair joint before it was opened so I could at least leave before lunch time.

Hooked Up by Brother Mike

·         Even though I was guaranteed to leave looking extra good, I really didn’t feel good because my poor locks would be pulled so hard as result of styling. I definitely did not anticipate that I would put myself through such torture!   

I then finally had a meeting with myself and said ‘self, enough is enough!’ From that day I decided that would tend to my hair and let someone else handle it on special occasions. I’m glad I made that decision, even though I struggled a bit at first but now, I pat myself on my back, after all, ayikho indlovu esindwa umbombo wayo! I’m less frustrated, my hairline is healthy and I haven’t combed my hair in more than two years!! Now that’s my idea of   FREEDUUUM!!



My crowm of FREEDUUUM!