"Bad Hair day"

Well....I walked into a salon one day and I met this male hair stylist who made such a fuss over my hair, promising to give me the best hair style there is. I felt really important (can't deny it), up until when he took out my weave and found to his dismay a mass of the all African kinky instead of the usual silky permed hair. Well, I love my Kinky! nothing like it, but apparently the feeling was not mutual, as my hair stylist began to lecture me on the "difficult" task ahead of him. I told him I would rather prefer he desists from combing my hair, as I only comb it when it is being conditioned, and went on to wet my hair a little bit in order to detangle the knots with my fingers. After that, I told him he could proceed with the job assuming I had made it a little easier for him.

However, my efforts seemed to go noticed as my hair stylist, apparently frustrated with the "herculean" task of weaving my precious Kinky, took a hair dryer and a comb and began to furiously tug at my hair without my permission. You can imagine my consternation as I got up instantly and ordered him to put away those instruments of "hair destruction". I was not loosing my beloved Kinky to this ignoramus.

The very next thing that happened shocked me to the teeth. One of his companions instantly came to his rescue and said to me, "Is that how you will talk to your husband?" What the heck? What has marriage got to do with an incompetent hair stylist, who cannot take simple orders? Am I not paying for his services? Am I not the customer? And if I say I do not want my hair combed, should it be combed? Apparently, to this young man, yours sincerely should not express her annoyance so openly so that she is not seen to be "disrespectful" to the male folk and consequently, "not-marriage-material".

R-I-D-I-C-U-L-O-U-S

Well, I told his companion to shut up and mind his own business. You guessed right....he blew his top. How can you tell an African man to shut up? That is nothing short of an abomination. You don't tell an African man to shut up even when he is an obnoxious, egocentric African man. You never do that. What was expected of me was to sit quietly like a typical "wife material", allow the hair stylist do whatever he wants with my hair, and go nurse my wounds in secret. Who knows....he could be my future husband.

What cheap blackmail!