Laziness is not a good thing, honestly. I normally wash my hair every two weeks (14 days). I had an outing with Dimeji last weekend, and felt the need to do a twist out, side-part it, and let it hang a bit on both sides of my head. In my head, I pictured the look, and felt I would be the most beautiful girl in the world.
So I decided to do the twists about 3 days before the outing, so I can unravel on the fourth day. The issue was I had not washed my hair in the past 10 days. My options were to wash my hair as if it was two weeks before my previous wash, or to just go ahead and twist my hair, like it was freshly-washed hair. I chose the latter because I felt there was no time for me to start washing my hair, but the truth was that I was just plain-lazy, and looking for an easy way out, especially if I consider the fact that I don’t even have a job yet.
So after twisting my hair, I covered it with satin bonnet, and just lazed around the house for three days, reading, watching TV, developing myself in whatever way I could.
On the day of the outing, when Dimeji left his house to come and pick me, I started dressing up. After taking care of the dress and the face, I removed my satin bonnet to untwist my twist, in order to get a twistout. I noticed a few flakes, and cursed the demon of laziness that did not allow me wash my hair before twisting it. I knew it was not the pudding, because it was the same pudding I use all the time. It must have been because there had been product build-up on my hair before, and I used the pudding on a dirty hair, and the combination gave birth to this.
After unravelling the twist, and parting my hair in the way I had been fantasising about for about five days, I designed it with a flowery head band, and dusted off whatever flakes were visible to my eyes. Yes, I looked just as beautiful as I imagined. I was definitely an overcomer.
By this time, Dimeji was already waiting for me downstairs. When I got into his car, I gave him a big hug. He commented on how good I looked, and even commended me for being on time. I just beamed and teased him, as we started out on our journey.
In the heat of the moment, when we were having an interesting conversation, and I had gotten carried away, Dimeji was just looking at me. I noticed he wasn’t talking, and was looking at me funny.
“What is it?” I asked confused.
“You have snowflakes falling from your head.” He smiled
“What??? Oh mehhnnn. I thought I beat this thing off.” I tilted to look at my hair in the mirror.
“It’s all over your clothes, face, my chair, and your bag. If that’s what you call beating, then you sure are the Mike Tyson in this ring.”
True to Dimeji’s observation, the flakes were all over me. I was beginning to look like a live snowman. I thought of every possible solution to the problem, but it all boiled down to the fact that I have to wash my hair to get rid of the flakes, which was not possible at the moment. Laziness can really turn back, and bite people in the butt.
“So what will you do now?” Dimeji asked.
Since it was not like we were going on an official date with people, and I wasn’t wearing a dark-coloured top, I already made my mind. Nothing was going to steal my fun time with my boyfriend.
“We’ll just deal with it. It comes with the territory of being natural.”
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