Today was the last day of mummy duty. I truly think when I get a child, I will become those mums who suddenly tell others what’s good for their children. “Honey just use some honey and herbs on that ‘ouchie’. On page 26 of my ‘How to scare the boo boos and ouchies’ book, I write in detail about it. Do read it, you’ll love it.” Of course Gwyneth Paltrow would write my foreword therefore making me very legit.
That hair talk
I have had several people ask about my hair routine and I am going to be very honest with you. This is not a complaint. I repeat, this is not a complaint. My hair is hard, I’m talking stainless steel wool hard. The kind we use for our saucepans. My hair has tested my patience and endurance I tell you and, although I sound like I am complaining (remember, I am not). I am very much relieved that my hair is the kind that won’t give up on me.
My natural hair does not possess ‘soft pliable strands’ and your girl does not plan to go through life with constant scalp sores. I am not team au naturale, I use two tins of Mizani relaxer to tame my hair. Today, it took me three hours of making ugly faces, fighting tears, praying, and twitching legs to get me looking human. I have had some of my darkest thoughts seated under the dryer, I cannot begin to tell you how much I detest the dryer.
Things I use in my hair
Oil treatment for dry scalp (my stylist mentioned that it was a mixture of so many oils but I only remember coconut)
Mizani range (it’s actually a L’oreal brand)
Treatments, I usually use Mizani and another whose name I’ve forgotten. (I’m sorry this isn’t helpful)
T4zzz, this is the best thing that has ever happened to my hair. If you want to see your hair actually grow, this is the oil for you. I swear by it. Your stylist will trim your ends and you won’t even care because you know your hair is going to grow back overnight! Sharing is caring. This is not an advert, but if you live in Kampala, Eve and Nico Beauty has everything I just mentioned.
I kid you not. If you need confidence boosting, America is the place. (Side note: I usually insert my earphones in without actually playing any music to avoid any form of interaction and the results are tremendous.)
Anywho this brother, let’s call him La-Corey (older in age, I mean significantly older like respect your elders older) mouthed something to me. Such things are usually expected on the subway. I understand I have no right to be picky given my glaring lack of 100 muscle filled suitors riding on dark horses plus La-Corey’s flirty comment is probably the most action I shall get the whole year. La-Corey, although well meaning, his words were a lie. La-Corey, ‘boo quit tripping! Why you lying? Oh my ghaaaad stahp lying…no one looks attractive with a swollen face, a winter jacket and uggs…ever.’ It is a fact of life. All this time I had my earphones plugged in and did not encourage his advances. As I made my way up to my bus stop, I felt my esteem meter go a number up. I immediately started to feel like a solid 5.5! Thank you America.