Diary of an Honest Naturalista: Week 133

My office party was the bomb. I can’t remember when last I danced as much as I did. My colleagues are fast becoming family to me, which is basically the reason I felt so at ease dancing like a mad girl in their presence, never mind that I am not one of the best dancers the world has to offer.

And guess who my date was?

DIMEJIIIIIIIIIIIIII.

Yes, the love of my life is back, and I am so excited. Christmas came early for me this time around.
As I had mentioned, the theme was old school. The easiest thing for me to pull off was Oleku. I did a very well-designed igbo/deeper-life style threading on my hair.

Dimeji wore old school style light aso oke agbada and kembe shorts. I have basically learnt more about our traditional way of dressing because of this party.

We looked really good together, I must say. No one knew for sure if we were dating, but then, no one asked. Yemisi is the only one who knows a bit about my personal life, but she came really late, which is not surprising to anyone. Her fiancé did not come with her. I just hope they are alright, and the guy gives a wedding date soon. Three years is a long time to be engaged.

Anyway, after having fun at the party, I went home really tired. I did not even do anything to my hair. I fell on my bed, tired and exhausted, after all threading is a protective style.

The next morning, I got up, ready to go to church. It was a shocker for me to see that my hair wasn’t ready for church. I wasn’t sure whether to take down the thread or go to church like that. I imagined the number of stares I would get, so I decided to take it down.

Surprisingly, the rubber threads came off so easily. And my hair was super-stretched!!! I was so shocked at its length. No, it wasn’t waist length or anything of that sort, but I didn’t expect it to be that long. I have never stretched my hair, so it was a first experience for me.

All I did was just pack my hair into one, and used about three bands at interval on the tail, so it was stretched all through.

By the time I got to church, people started looking at me strangely. I wondered if I mistakenly left one threaded section without knowing. It wasn’t until my friend asked me a question that I knew why.

“Anna, did you relax your hair?”

“Ehm, why would I relax my hair?” I asked.

“But you relaxed your hair, right? It is now straight.”

It was then I understood the stares. “Oh no, I just stretched it.”

“How?”

“With thread.”

“How does thread stretch hair?”

Mehn, it was going to be a long day in church.

Source

I didn’t know how I was going to answer all the questions. So I made a decision, which I implemented the next time I got the question.

“Anna, did you relax your hair?”

“Yes, I did.” I lied in an effort to reduce the number of questions.

“Really?” She looked shocked. “Why?”

Oh my gosh, it seemed nothing I said was going to stop the questions after all.