H A I R

Some months ago, my darling Ibukun shared a fascinating picture on her instagram handle @ibukunwrites and the caption was beautiful! I asked for permission to post it on the blog.ย  I was waiting for the right time to post it and I know, it is now.

A fascinating piece of Art
A preserver of history
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They call this one JUNE 12 โค
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Art is Creating (ilarun : cutting comb ‘that English name though lol) .
Art is naming (June 12!)
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My Hair Story
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I didn’t start making hair until after SS3 (like very close to valedictory service period). I went through all of my baby pictures and I couldn’t find one picture of me that wasn’t low cut. I went to a Nursery and Primary School that allowed it but mum wouldn’t allow
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In a world where hair making is considered an identifying factor for a woman, my Mum saw it as an academic distraction๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚ you know it can be painful when they call hairstyles on Friday for the following week and you just had to sit on Saturday with your Father putting a vibrating clipper on your head for a cool trimming ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚ .
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With time, I wasn’t thinking about making my hair. But you know JSS3 after junior waec, you’ll see your mates already making hair that they know they’d cut before resumption o (I went to a no-hair making Secondary School).
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SS 3 came and some people were already making hair covering it under beret during senior WAEC/NECO. You can’t try that with my Mum. Those girls were grooming it in time for VS and here I was, collecting pass from my Mama two weeks to VS to look like a lady proper๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚
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Many years after, still the same person who put a scissors into my relaxed hair (another story) to start a natural hair journey. . . ๐Ÿ˜Š
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What they tried to teach us; there’s enough time to be woman!!!! Don’t be getting distracted by a phase of femininity you’d surely experience. Focus on what makes you a girl the society is not used to – girls whose success are necessary. And above all, being woman is not even defined by hair making.โค
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That’s true cos believe me, sometimes I get tired of hair making and wigs are not even helping (they do more than protect the edges๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚)

Tender Heart.

A skit by That Warri Girl on Instagram reminded me of two people I once knew, well it was the song on the skit that took me down memory lane. It was Tender Heart by Lionel Richie.

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Friday Fiction- The Stripper.

Lekan was dead.

There was no doubt in my mind that he was in a mortuary or his body was floating in some river or slowly rotting in the boot of an abandoned car, the possibilities of his location were endless. I had forgotten how to do probabilities and permutations, they were part of my favourite things to do at secondary school maths, along with longitude and latitude calculations. I liked Maths in secondary school and would spend hours poring over the topics. Anything that wasnโ€™t surd and matrix. Continue reading →

K-Legged Tourism.

โ€œChai I no even dey Lagosโ€

I was chatting with a friend who came into Lagos two days ago and wanted us to see and after tying โ€˜chaiโ€™ my phone predicted the rest of the message. I smiled as I realised how often I must have typed those words in that sequence. I have travelled every month this year- more than once in some months (May was epic) and all these trips have been within Nigeria- why am I not global now? Chissss *in Charlesโ€™s Okochaโ€™s hypemanโ€™s voice* Continue reading →

Mystery, Mystery…

After Sidney Sheldon died and I had read all the books heโ€™d written, a certain writer slowly filled the void left in my heart and mind- his name is David Badacci. Ekene might not remember now but it was through him I first discovered David Baldacci, he was holding โ€˜Saving Faithโ€™ and I asked to look at it. In a few minutes I was lost in the book and felt bereft when he had to take the book with him, luckily he would later agree to loan me the book for a day and that was enough. Continue reading →