Hair Again

So after the whole thing with itshanda (bold spot)... wait did I tell you about that? Let me tell you about it quickly:

I went to do cornrows (as usual) at this other salon. Now this is usually a super quick exercise but not on this particular day. See, on this fateful day my stylist kept leaving me undone to go and cook pap on request by her husband or kids... I'm not sure. She left me so many times that I'd been there for a couple of hours now and getting so irritated. When she came back she would try do my hair faster than usual but this caused her to make mistakes.

Some hair from one cornrow would be stuck under hair from another cornrow and this caused so much pain (I'm sure fellow cornrowers know what I'm talking about). I told her about this and she said she would fix it. Gullable me thought she did fix it until I got home and realised she didn't as I was now in extreme pain. All the way down my neck and across my shoulders.  After three nights of not being able to sleep (even after taking pain killers) I did the sensible thing: I took a pair of scissors and started cutting the pain away (I.e. cutting the hair that was stuck). What relief! Well... until...

When I took the cornrows out I realised I'd actually cut the root of my hair not the top, and so as the cornrow came loose, so did chunks and chunks of my hair. The result? A huge bold spot at the back of my head. Why didn't I just take out the cornrows you ask? You mean you want me to undo all that hair after all that time I sat there having it done? You mean you're asking me to go back and sit there AGAIN? You mean you want me to pay more money on top of what I'd already paid? No thanks... So there I sat with the bold spot. Yes, yes it's my own fault I know, let's move on from there. 

Fast forward and we're at the beginning of this blog. So now that you know the story I sat with the problem because my dear husband refused that I cut my hair. Luckily my other hair was long enough to cover the spot but that meant I had to tie my hair all the time and tie it at the bottom of my head... no upstyles. I struggled with this a lot and after some time of talking and explaining and begging and and and, we came to the conclusion that I could at least braid my hair. Oh Victory! The relief...

So I sat having it done (opted for a different style to what I wanted initially because of time) and I remembered why I vowed NEVER to braid my hair ever again... the PAIN! YHO! I wanted to die. I wanted to just be finished. What is it about hair pain that makes one so... cheeky-angry of sorts? My goodness! Suffer for beauty for what? For who? I NEEDED this nightmare to be over... and eventually it was.

There are literally two people who understand my hair and the super sensitivity of my scalp: my friend Jane and my former hairstylist Eve. With these two, braiding was quick and painless. Unfortunately I live so far from them that they can't do my hair anymore... shame for me... but you know I was thinking, we feel this excrutiating pain and yet we go back over and over again for the same pain. For me once the braids have settled and the pain is gone I love the convenience I enjoy. Hair is really stressful and time-consuming and so sometimes I'd rather endure a few days of pain knowing it will be worth a few months of freedom. Why do you go back?

Now that I've started with braiding, I need to continue so that boldy back there can grow then maybe I can ease up on the braids. But until then, bring them braids on... pain and all...