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Mwanamke ni nywele

Mwanamke ni nywele

So what determines the kind of hair do we put on, what motivates us to don the kind of hairstyle we have, is it a personal preference, is it something our hair stylist recommended or is it just moving with the current; what is big on the streets motivation. ‘Mwanamke ni nywele’ is a saying I have heard so many times, so what kind of woman do we want the world to judge us to be depending on our hair do. I have observed what most women are doing to their hairs and sometimes I… Continue reading →

Out with the old, in with the new (hair)

Out with the old, in with the new (hair)

My friend says there are two kinds of people: them and us. And whatever you do (or don’t do) will classify you as one of those people. So I suppose it’s expected I’d be judged by my hair, and for the last twelve years, I’ve been classified as one of ‘those’ women because I had dreads. Initially, I spent a lot of time claimining I wasn’t one of ‘them’. My hair wasn’t any kind of statement. I simply saw the look on Jeri from Parent ‘Hood, loved it, tried it, dyed it, and kept it… Continue reading →

Going Natural

Going Natural

I’m sure you’ve all seen them, the dreadlocked, curly-haired, braided, kinky-tressed (or Afro-kinky-tressed) ladies all over town. These days when I walk around the city centre, or go to any event that has several ladies in attendance, I notice it. More than half of the ladies have some form of natural hair style. Is it a trend? Yes. Is it more than a trend? I think so. I think the natural hair phenomenon is more than a sensation and it is here to stay. I am one of the natural-hair sporting ladies I’m talking about. After several… Continue reading →

Sticking to your happiness goals

Sticking to your happiness goals

Early this year, I set out some goals for myself. I wanted to walk more. I wanted to learn French. I wanted to take care of my hair. I wanted to go out and do interesting cultural things in Nairobi. While these were all things that I knew would make me *happy*, sticking to them was the challenge. On a scale of 1 to 10, my attention span is … by the way have you ever noticed when you say a word over and over it loses meaning .. cultural. cuuulturall… Surprisingly though, I’ve had… Continue reading →

An obsession with fads

An obsession with fads

Human psychology shall forever remain a mystery to me, it’s funny how our minds are tricked into doing something because others are doing it, or because you will be considered cool once you do it. When it comes to fashion, there are items which seem to flood the market over a certain period of time. Our minds are tricked into purchasing these items because everyone across the globe seems top have one and we don’t want to be left behind. I have to admit that women are the worst victims when it comes to fashion… Continue reading →

Purple at last!

Purple at last!

I’ve been trying to get my hair coloured for a while, and I finally gave up  after four tries and three thousand shillings. I didn’t want to pour more money down the sink. Plus, I was afraid my hair would fall off. Hair colour can do that sometimes. The saga began with a mix of two colours – ultraviolet black and aubergine. This was followed by some food colour, more aubergine, and some wailing with mirrors. The first time I dyed it, the hairdresser said it was coloured, but my baby girl said otherwise. I… Continue reading →

The case of my purple head

The case of my purple head

For a while now, I’ve wanted to dye my hair purple. I got the idea from a close pal, who also got me enrolled in a gym. I’d always known that if I had caucasian hair, I’d wear it spiky and tinted, but I’d never seriously thought of colouring my dreads. Once I settled on the idea, I had to find the right shade. Most shops have brown, black, Burgundy, blonde, and – believe it or not – grey. I did manage to find ulraviolet-black, blue-black, and something called aubergine. At first, I thought I… Continue reading →

It’s my head!

It’s my head!

There are two kinds of hairdressers – those who do what you want … and those who don’t. Hairdressers are artists, and a good beautician is one who makes you happy. You may not like their dress sense, you may not like their attitude, you may not even like their name. You may not like the way they yank your head back and forth, or the way they talk about clients, or how they patronise you and your salon-mates, or their dismissive tone when they tell your sister ‘Please stop distracting her, I’m trying to… Continue reading →

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