Diary of an Honest Naturalista: Week 35

Can someone tell me what my eye has not seen in this journey to be a naturalista? From frozen hair, to grey hair, to leaking hair, to facial breakouts, to nasty sisters, nasty church members, nasty colleagues, and nasty bosses, I have seen them all. If not for supportive boyfriends, and friends that feel our pain, I would have buried myself and resurrected over and over again.

Just when I thought I had experienced it all, I experienced one more thing that seemed to beat them all. If you read my diary often, it won’t be news to you that I am quite adventurous, and not loyal to regimens, routines, or products. I should probably stop this bad habit. I am officially the queen of DIYs that seem to go awry.

It seems in recent times, I have been tempted to do one treatment or the other on my hair every weekend, thanks to more free time on my hands since I started serving at the Ministry. I have never done a protein treatment on my hair, so I thought it was high time I tried this thing everyone has been raving about on the internet.

I mixed egg, coconut oil, and olive oil on my hair, and coated every part of my hair with it. I covered my hair with a plastic bag, and then with a scarf. Two hours later, I wanted to wash my hair, and took off the scarf and plastic bag.

What did I see? Did I see a shiny sleek hair? No. I saw white particles on my hair. The egg had cooked on my hair. I wanted to cry, but since I am a big girl, I did not. I just asked myself why I was following procedures of those black Americans. I mean they live in the US, while I live in a place we fast and pray for electricity. I had done this egg treatment when I had no light at home. The whole house was hot, and to top it all up, I created an extra hot environment on my hair, by using an air tight plastic cap, and a scarf on top.

If that were the end of my story, maybe it would have been okay. I had already prepared warm water to rinse off the treatment. So when I saw the development on my hair, I just hissed and went to ‘rinse it off’ with the warm water, without thinking. Haaaa. If the heat cooked the egg, this warm water fried the remaining that was not cooked. This time, I couldn’t take it anymore, I cried and cried. I cried my eyes out, so much that no one could pack my tears.

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Let’s just say this happened two days ago, and I am still picking fried eggs out of my hair. If you have picked eggs out of your hair, you will understand why it is a task from hell.

I will never ever ever try using eggs on my hair again. I don’t care if it is a fantastic hair treatment or the only way to eternal life. I will never do it.

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