On this faithful day, there was nothing anyone could have said to me that would have put me off my rainbow of happiness... Why? Because I was going to get my hair[weave] done and slay to the magnificent heavens, and no one could tell me nothing.
Back in my early days, getting my hair done was a bit of a ceremony, I didn't mind having to sit long hours to get the job done, as long as I had my trustee mirror in my right hand inspecting every needle or braid work, and in times where I wasn't quick enough to grab a mirror, or because Mama Suru didn't appreciate me looking at my hair when she did it whilst thrusting my head in between her thighs at times [My nostrils have been through a lot all for the sake of vanity], I would lie I needed to use the toilet just so I could pass a mirror on my way back to inspect it, and of course admire myself. I was always highly amused by my own face, to the extent that my mother and siblings would always tease me about it, but what could a girl do? It wasn't my fault that God Almighty took his time to make such a beautiful being. I knew it! I was beautiful [Still am] and secure in my looks, maybe a bit too over-secure sometimes, but hey! old things are past away, I know I'm more than just my looks.
The day came when my older cousin who was living with us at the time would take I and my immediate senior sister to the hair salon just behind our estate in Ogba, Lagos. We did all the morning senrenren and went to the salon, I was way too excited. Sat there for a couple of hours getting what was the in vogue hairstyle - The Razor Cut , I will never forget.
All done now, and momentarily blinded by the amazing work of the hairdresser, I was feeling myself, and one one could tell me nothing. We began our journey back home, and I had pins of excitement in my body, I was skipping in the hot sun, flicking my hair and of course paying little attention to the walk way that leads to our house. We came past the gate, and into the back of the estate.They're walking, and I'm skipping [pepper-body was worrying me] to go and show my mother my amazing hair-do, and before I knew it... GBAM!
"I FELL IN A GUTTER FULL TO THE BRIM WITH GREEN ALGAE- [DUCKWEED]"
It all happened so fast, the lights suddenly came on, and I was blinking chunks of green algae [duckweed]. From my newly sewn razor cut bob to the toes of my feet, i was drenched, and my knee was bruised. That was how my yanga turned sour. My sister and cousin couldn't hold it in, they laughed hard to their heart's content before my older cousin helped pull me out and lead me home with all that green stuff all over me. Mind you my house was still a long distance away so I had to bear the odd looks from people in the estate whom I walked by whilst crying in pain and shame equally. I eventually got home and my mother would not let me step as much as a toenail inside the house. The greater embarrassment came when my mother proceeded to bathe me outside in broad daylight, BROAD DAYLIGHT!
She stripped me naked by the side of the house, not caring who was watching, and she scrubbed me down.
Thank God, I wasn't even developed yet, but still shame caught me bad!
If you're wondering if that taught me anything, No!. I still went about "feeling myself", but this time with a bit more common sense and with my eyes on the road.
Have you ever experienced a case of when yanga turned sour?
Have you ever experienced a case of when yanga turned sour?
XOXO
Mena
