Hair tales: no big chop, no go-to style (yet)


A strand of my hair that perfectly shows the relaxed and unrelaxed parts

It’s been almost six weeks since my last hair-related post and I’ve been dreaming of the day when my hair will return to its former fullness and thickness (like when I was around 10 years old or around age 17). This is the problem: I want to get from point B to A quickly, forgetting the time it took to get from point A to B. Continue reading

Understanding Black* hair: a journey


One of my favourite movies is Something New, with Sanaa Lathan and Simon Baker (aka Patrick Jane from The Mentalist)—I could watch the movie every few days and not get sick of it. It’s not a new movie but if you like romantic movies it’s a must see—if you hate it the chances of us being best buddies is probably zero—sorry. The strong theme through the movie is interracial relationships and I swear the character played by Sanaa (“Kenya”) is me, or how I’d be if I was model-gorgeous and Continue reading

Hairstory (my hair history)

Good Naija Girl's Hairstory - age 10For the first 17 years of my life, my hair was relaxer-free and my mom was our family’s hair guru: she took care of the hair of five people, often staying up late to do it all, especially before school would start in September. This is one of the many reasons that I’d do anything for my mom—she was dedicated to our upkeep. At first she did the Yoruba style of braiding (irun didi, which looked like teeeny french braids) for my sister and I and sometimes she’d “thread” our hair (irun kiko? I’m sure that’s not the right term); later she learned how to cornrow (we called it weaving) which is similar to irun didi. Continue reading