You know that saying “never say never” ?
Yeah, it exists for a reason. There’s a
long list of things I said I would never do. This list includes never wearing
animal print (did that), never buying skinny jeans (in my defense it was 2006
nobody knew what they would last) and never ever wearing denim on denim (….)
Top of the list Things I Said I Would
Never Do But Did Anyway must be weaving my hair (pause for effect). Anyone
who knows me can attest to the fact that I've always been quite vocal about
weaves. Although truthfully I’m vocal about a lot of things, weaves however are near and dear to
my heart. I think MOST OF THEM look fake and therefore defeat the purpose.
Why put something on your head that supposed to look like your hair but
doesn't? Something that actually looks worse than your own hair?
Why? Why? Why?
Why? Why? Why?
I
always end my argument with a picture of Beyoncé, the golden standard of all
weaves, ever! Her weaves are flawless (I woke up like this, if you don't get the reference its fine). I want my weaves
too look like Beyoncé’s. If I don’t end up looking like Beyoncé-esque what’s
the point?
Well.... guess who got humble pie shoved in
her face?
It all began on fateful day in September.
After a series of bad hair days I decided I was ready to cut all my hair off
and start afresh. Once you get to a
certain stage in your hair growth things get tough. It takes forever to
detangle your hair, plait it and you need twice as much time and hair product
as you did when you had a TWA (Teeny Weeny Afro). Thing is I didn't have the
guts to actually cut my hair so I went for the safer, less extreme option... trying out a short weave in hopes
that it would suppress the urge to cut my hair. I was desperate. I needed something new.
I took the plunge and Voila Luwi ala Weave.
I have very mixed feelings about the whole
experience. I was extremely happy with how it looked but that’s about the only
thing I am happy about. This is by far the most low-maintenance protective
style you can have HOWEVER for me it came at a great price. It was so tightly
done that I couldn't reach any of my actual hair therefore no moisturizing and
oiling. That left me with the itchiest scalp in the history of itchy scalps. To
say I nearly died is not an exaggeration, okay fine it clearly is but still,
you see my point. Everyone I talked to said I had just picked the wrong hair
dresser and it’s usually not that bad. I’m not sure I’m convinced. I don’t know
if it was Karma’s way of getting me back for all the weaves I've laughed at in
my life but whatever it is, lesson learned!
I will not be saying “never” to anything anytime soon nor will I will
putting another weave on anytime soon. I still have serious Post Traumatic
Stress Disorder and an Itchy scalp (yes still!)Sometimes I wake up in the
middle of the night with cold sweats having dreamt about killer weaves taking
out their revenge.
I suppose something good did come out of
this whole experience. I learnt about not being so judgmental, personal growth
moment! Putting yourself in a box of do’s and don’ts clearly isn't a way to
progress in life. All this from a weave. Who would have thought fake hair could
have such profound effects on one’s life?
So …never say never because it only a
matter of time before you do it and when you do Karma will be waiting… passop!
