Korkor Kugblenu
by on November 9, 2016
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The huge Afro on the young woman in the picture on her phone made her smile. Instinctively, her fingers flew to her short hair.
She had just washed it with ordinary bath soap and some conditioner she found in her old salon bag. As is characteristic of African hair types, her hair had shrunk, making it look shorter than it really was. She put her phone down and went over to her mirror. Pulling at a group of strands she figured it was about 2 and half inches long.
She couldn’t wait until her hair was as long as the lady in the picture. But her hair was so tough even at this length, she wondered if she could manage it when it grew longer. She got to thinking about what she could do to make it softer.
“Maybe I’ll braid it while I figure that out”, she thought to herself.
At the braiding salon she showed the hairdresser the style she wanted. The hairdresser combed her hair roughly.
“Ei, easy, easy, this is attached to my head!”
“It’s too hard madam, I need to comb it to get the knots out.”
“But be gentler, you’ll break my hair.”
The hairdresser frowned and murmured something underneath her breath. She was gentle for a minute but, obviously frustrated, she begun to comb haphazardly again.
“I have told you...”
Madam, let us make it softer. We can texturize it.”
“With what?”
The hairdresser left and came back holding a jar of cream that looked suspiciously like a chemical straightener.
“This,” She shoved it at her client.
Our heroine took it and immediately read the ingredients.
“But this will just perm my hair again,” She protested.
But the hairdresser was adamant that it would not tamper with the texture of her hair. She claimed that her hair would still look and feel natural, only softer. Her scalp still pulsing from the severe combing and thinking about the long hours of braiding ahead of hair, our heroine acquiesced.
20 minutes later, she was sitting in the salon chair, a towel around her neck and her hair wet from having just been washed. She looked scornfully at her reflection in the mirror and turned to glare at the hairdresser.
“My hair is straight!” Her voice was level but it conveyed the boiling fury underneath.
TO BE CONTINUED
Kume Ozoro
i'm trying very hard not to laugh :laughing: I know it's not funny at all. I know someone who cried when this happened to her. Frankly she burst into tears everytime she thought about it while her hair was growing back. Now i'm real sad just from remembering :anguished: