Sunday, July 13, 2014

Natural Hair Gone Wrong!

This post has been long overdue...most people, when they go natural, find they have to give a reason for why they thought it was okay to just chop of most of their hair so it could grow so thick and curly  and healthy and all that good stuff. I am not here to give you that reason because honestly, I think you don't care...and also because I think it doesn't matter: you have had several reasons to do wild and crazy things to your hair but never felt the need to explain(maybe you did) and so why should I?
What I really want to talk to you about is how difficult it is to be natural..like being yourself kind of thing. Boy! Have you ever tried being normal? I'm not talking about pretending. I'm talking about just you being the abnormally normal person you are?

Let me share my NATURAL story.

I did not do the "big chop." I wasn't bold enough. My cheeks would be too fat, my forehead would be out, big and visible, all the blackheads on my face would show miserably well. But I wanted to go natural. My permed hair was all thin and  never grew any longer after it got permed. So I stopped perming and just continued to braid : twists,box braids, and all that. It was all going well until one day a GUY pointed out that I needed a perm. How embarrassing!  (As if I couldn't see the struggles on my head)
 
So time went on, birds flew in the sky, babies were born and I finally decided to cut off my permed hair after growing it naturally for six months. After I cut it, there was almost nothing left on my head. However, I was all bold(and a little bald) and confident until Monday came around and I had to go back to school and I thought "that guy that had been checking me out won't look at me again after he sees this hair"...no I couldn't do this to myself. So I braided my hair with really long twists :color 4 and color 33, nothing special until I was tired of covering my head with two shower caps every time I took a shower (see below) .

After spring beak I took those threads down and my "natural " hair seemed to not have grown an inch. Where was the fabulousness these girls on YouTube were talking about? All free and liberating...yeah right!!!. I felt anxiety every time I wanted to reveal my hair. I felt like I wanted to glue my permed hair back on. I felt someone could have at least told me that the courage wasn't in the hair but actually in the person. 

So I took the short look to church and the comments I heard just poured cold water on my soul : this one lady looked at me, squeezed her face like I had farted and said "why did you cut your hair?" and when I told her why, it seemed the reason was not enough. So I stopped explaining and only said something like "you know, I'm trying something new."

I was so insecure I wanted to cut all my hair off: like that would have made anything better. So I added more extensions to my "afro" like hair. The only catch was that these new extensions looked like my own hair and so when people would say " I love your hair" I would say "thanks"...I didn't want to disappoint them and let them know it was fake. That I was fake. So I carried on feeling confident with 100% human hair ...Janet. .thank you Janet for your service.

But then the extensions started to stink and it was unfitting so I took them out and decided I was coming out...lol. Mainly because school was out and it was getting hotter by the day. So I wore my natural hair and no one even cared. All this while I was caring about people not caring about how I looked.  If I had just stopped and just been myself.

Disclaimer: Natural hair is real. The shrinkage is real. The struggle is real. Everything is real. But I would not have it any other way...until I decide I don't want to be real anymore.

There are many reasons for individuals to think that their lives must be a show. You don't have to wake up putting on a show for anyone unless you think its necessary. However, I think that it's just wrong to pretend for a long time: you will get tired. But just remember no one really cares about why you have green or blue hair. They might question, disagree, or even reject you but at least you have given them a taste of #teamnatural.


Thursday, June 26, 2014

Taking A Trip to Standford University

Hello All,

I have been MIA a little because I took a trip again, this time to Stanford University for summer research. I just wanted to keep you posted with some pictures and will definitely write a post about how everything else is going.
Getting lost with the clan...going for a picnic.

Chili and watermelon flavored candy

My bicycle (adwoa Pokuaa

Pinata (I originally thought this was spongebob)

I'm not sure why I was laughing so hard.


With Lorena (my swimming/sushi tutor)


Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Graduation Pictures

Hello All,

I know I have not been very consistent with updating my blog. I am sincerely sorry as I was trying to graduate. Since graduation, I have been trying to get some rest which has been extremely difficult as I have realized that I have spent most of my time being "busy." I have, however, decided to stop lazying around and get back to being "busy" before my summer "work" (I'll explain later).

Anyways, hats off to the big man beyond the clouds for seeing me through four years of college. I know, I didn't get to be Valedictorian this time so I must present my speech here. I really appreciate all the support, guidance and laughs I got from most of my friends, mentors, and family members. There were so many times I felt like giving up but didn't even know how to but the journey has been truly beautiful to say the least. I had never imagined that I would attend a commuter college ( I always wanted to go far away and live on campus) but it wasn't that bad. The greatest lesson I learnt from these four years is that one should always find joy in his or her situation. Create the joy, bring life to it, make it burn all the negativity and let it bring forth peace into your heart.

Here are some pictures from the wonderful day which took like an hour... (BA, English Literature,Honors)
A couple of English Majors with the director of the Mellon Fellowship

Not listening to the boring speech, waiting to be called on stage.

Having fun with the camera

My big sis and I

With the Dean of Humanities and Arts

Taking a selfie with my mother.

These two...great friends. (  I am not sure why I was so happy )

The Ansong Ladies!

Imani...

After graduation celebration

I did it!!! wohoooo

Thursday, May 1, 2014

Pictures from my Birthday

I was blessed to celebrate my 21st birthday a month and a day ago. It's truly great to see how I have accomplished so much in just 21 years of being on this earth. I owe it to God, supportive family members, and friends who drink a lot of water! 
Just wanted to share

Monday, April 28, 2014

Dear Method by Noviolet Bulawayo

  Here is a short story I found on Noviolet Bulawayo's Blog. I thought it was rather funny.  Here's a link to the blog if you want to check out more of her writing. 

http://novioletbulawayo.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2012-12-25T21:23:00-08:00&max-results=11&start=11&by-date=false

 

P. O. Box 3


Dear Method

If waiting killed I would be dead by now, dead from waiting for a letter from you, a letter that never comes. I have wept and prayed and hoped; I have gone mad, I have suffered, I have everything. Now I do not know, I just don’t, except maybe that if waiting killed, I would be dead. All I want is to know you are well, Method, that is all. Not more than that, no, not more than that. Even if its one sentence, one word, I do not care, just as long as I know how you are keeping. Tell me shuwa Method, utshukuthi you cannot even find time to write just one word, one word to your own mother? Kambe sibili have you forgotten? Forgotten who carried you, who chose to carry you even if those doctors advised against it, even if they said, woman, you are old and you are unhealthy, you may not survive this pregnancy, it will kill you. Yes, maybe you have forgotten who chose to die for you, forgotten who gave birth to you at Mtshabezi Hospital, forgotten who walked all the way with you on her back to Mfundisi Gatsheni’s home when you were sick and couldn’t talk, couldn’t eat, couldn’t cry, couldn’t nothing, forgotten who prayed for you, who cried for you, who lived for you, who suffered for you. Have you forgotten Method, sukhohliwe? If I wasn’t a woman of God I would be saying things to you right now, Method. I have words and words inside me that I want to say but I cannot because I am not an ordinary person anymore, I am with Christ now, but if I wasn’t I would say them. Yes, I would spit them on this paper, then maybe you would understand what I am feeling, then maybe you would know that no, what you are doing is bad, it is very bad what you are doing, akulunganga sibili. It is uncultured, it is disrespectful, it is dishonorable, it is not supposed to be done by sons to their own mothers who carried them. I don’t even know what you think you are doing; what are you doing Method? Answer me that, just answer me that. And whatever it is that you doing, know, again, that it is dishonorable, and that Jesus is watching your every move and he knows it all.

Your mother, MaS’thole

Birthday Wish List

 Hello all,

I guess I gave up on poetry. I came up with a birthday wish list and wanted to share it with you guys.

 http://www.colehaan.com/gramercy-oxford-cap-toe-irnstn-hass-grn/D40789.html?dwvar_D40789_color=Irnstn%2Fhass%20Grn#cgid=sale_womens&start=56
 I love something classic, a keeper. 

http://www.michaelkors.com/p/Michael-Kors-Michael-Kors-Mini-Size-Blair-Multi-Function-Glitz-Watch-Rose-Golden-Rose-gold/prod15090012___/?eItemId=prod15090012&cmCat=search&searchType=MAIN&icid=&rte=%252Fsearch.jhtml%253FN%253D0%2526Ntt%253DRose%252Bgold%2526_requestid%253D229909

I don't own a ladies watch, might as well get something fancy.

http://www.toms.com/womens/shoes/classics/black-canvas-wm-clsc-alprg/s

Toms are really comfortable...see previous posts. My mom threw my old ones away because they had holes in them. Now I need new one. I miss them :(

Oh and I just love books!

The Palm-Wine Drinkard & My Life in the Bush of Ghosts (Paperback)
by Amos Tutuola
Xala (Paperback)
 Osumane Sembene
So Long a Letter So Long a Letter (Paperback)
Mariamba Ba

The Joys of Motherhood The Joys of Motherhood (Paperback)
Buchi Emecheta

Aké: The Years of Childhood Aké: The Years of Childhood (Paperback)
by

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

And some more!!!

He'll raise stones
for priase
He'll raise stones
for sons
after men
come stones;
stubborn in every size. 

So I've been reading the Bible lately and I just discovered that God must like stones a lot. I'm just wondering though, if God replaces me with a stone, that will be one of the saddest days of my life.  I can do more than a stone...maybe that's all He's trying to say.


There are three reasons
why
I love you
1. The goat standing there
can't tell of our love
2.The trees can only stare
and wave its branches
3. the blood that pumps
my heart has no sense
of direction.

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