Diary of an Honest Naturalista: Week 119

Working closer with Yemisi in recent times has started making me rethink some things. She is so lively and spontaneous that she sometimes makes me look older than my great-grandmother. Apart from her status as a live-in lover, I admire so many things about her. The aura around her is to die for. Now, I find myself wanting to be like her in more ways than one. I even have this fantasy that I would be attracting men like ants, if I could just have 50% of Yemisi’s traits.

And one of these qualities is her ability to throw all caution to the wind, and constantly change her hair colour. In Yemisi’s dictionary, there’s nothing like dryness, breakage, moisturising, sealing, protecting, etc. She just goes with the flow, and when she doesn’t like or gets bored with the state of her hair, she cuts it off, and does something else. No biggie.

Now, I find myself wanting to dye my hair, just like her. No, not the henna, indig, hibiscus wannabe dyes that works for some people, and not others. I mean I want to go all the way experimenting with crazy, bold head-turning but not slutty-looking colours. I want people to take a second look at me, just like they do to Yemisi. I want whispers of ‘Who’s that girl?’ to trail me. A girl has the right to dream, right?

But…

I don’t think I am so bold. I don’t even know what I would do with that kind of attention if I eventually get it. What would my mum say, when I come with pink TWA tomorrow and brown tapered cut the next day. She would probably think I’ve joined a crazy hair gang, and most likely start worrying that her real daughter was captured and her body dominated by alien forces, because it is so not me.

As for Dimeji, I have learnt not to predict his reactions to these things because though he is really liberal, one cannot just say. So I decided to just playfully ask him.

“Babe, what do you think if I dyed my hair?” I started.

“I thought your hair was dyed already.” He said, confused.

“No, jo. I’m not talking of this indigo that made my hair darker. After all, my hair was already black so technically, making it ‘blacker’ is not dying.”

He said nothing, silently letting me know that he didn’t want to go there, but I didn’t take the bait so I continued.

“I mean like real dying. I want to dye my hair wine. So what do you think?” I grinned.

“But Anna, you know I can’t ask you not to do what you want with your hair. Have I ever stopped you from treating your hair the way you want?”

“Yeah, I know. But you know this one is different and new, so I just thought to ask.” I said, satisfied, but immediately continued. “What if I changed it to light brown two weeks later, and then greyish afterward? There’s even this style I saw on youtube where one part was her natural black colour, another part was brown, and the last part was blonde. It was so beautiful that it got over a thousand positive comments.”

Dimeji paused a bit, and looked at me like I had gone mad before saying “Like I said, it’s your hair, and it is on your head, not mine. You can do what you like with it. It doesn’t matter to me.”

“Oh thanks darling. I’ve always known you are my biggest hair fan.” I shined my teeth at him. “I will think of how to go about the dying this Saturday.” I teased, knowing for a fact that I had not gathered any courage to dye my hair, and was just teasing him, and pushing him for a reaction.

“No problem. By the way, my mum has been asking about you. So be ready, we are going to see my parents together this Sunday. I guess it won’t be a problem since your dyed hair would have been completely dried by then.”

I turned my head, shocked, staring at Dimeji who by now was looking straight at his phone, trying to suppress a smile.

Hmmm... Did this guy of mine just use his parents to try to dissuade me from dying my hair, instead of him to directly discourage me???

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Smart move, I am definitely going to hit back at him. Let the games begin.

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