Hello Beauts! Huge apologies to Telema’s friends. Forgive me! I am not snatching her from you just yet. You will read Telema’s stories for a few more weeks this month before she says goodbye to you! In the meantime, you can catch up on her previous stories here.
Today, can we just forget about the ever rising FOREX rates and appreciate this guest post from my darling roommate, Toyin of ATribeCalledHer. Continue reading →
It finally happened, beauts! It has been a little over a month since I announced here that I will be going grey. For those who have followed parts of my hair journey, you know that I am very spontaneous when it comes to my hair. AB and I call it the anywhere-belle-face approach. From my big chop to my first kiss with heat damage, every decision I have made about my hair has been pretty on the spot – no premeditation. Continue reading →
Madam started living in our one bedroom face-me-I-face-you before I started working at Happiness. Sometimes, I forget that. Before Madam, it was just my father and I. He told me, back when it was just the two of us, that there used to be another who lived with us. His wife. My mother. He said that she fed me at her breasts, but I don’t remember her. Continue reading →
In November, AB both introduced me to SecretFlying and showed me that I could go to Barbados for a sweet deal. I thought long and hard about it for all of one minute and hit that button! Continue reading →
“Abeg oh, do better hair for me. Not the one that you will nod now and miss the point on my head.”
She looked at her friend as she spoke and they burst out laughing as if she had said something funny and I had really missed the point of it. I smiled at the picture of the pretty woman on her phone wearing long curly brazilian weavon. I have never understood when customers get angry because their hair does not look like the hair in the picture that they show me. They will bring a picture showing me either the side of the hair or the front of the hair and expect me to formulate a twin of the look. I always chuckle at their naivete. Like now. Look at this picture for example, this is a pretty woman with a slim, long face and big, round eyes. The chubby-faced, chinko looking woman on my chair now expects me to make her look like this woman? I am not a magician. What these customers don’t know is that what they like in those pictures is the entire look that their hair style gives the picture. But I am not a magician. I cannot even do make-up. If I could, trust me, I would. It makes me light up from deep inside when customers leave my chair looking beautiful and knowing it. It’s a pity, though, many of them, especially these ones that come with pictures, are always so carried away by the woman in the picture that they fail to see how beautiful the work I have done looks for them. Continue reading →