Okay, let's talk about hair. Namely my own (tee-hee). One of the beauties of having your own blog is that it can unashamedly be all about you - no sub-editors to slash your over-indulgent sentences and no critics lurking in the background telling you to get over yourself. So, the last time I mentioned my hair on this blog, I was about to pay a visit to a non-black hairdresser to get my wavy-straight post-chemo hair cut into shape. Well, this took place exactly three weeks ago and while the experience was interesting while it lasted, my hair now looks entirely different. My waves are fast curling over; the blacks are now fighting for space amongst the post-chemo silver-greys. My hair, while still straightish, is growing outwards and I am beginning to resemble my old pre-chemo self once more. The look is less cutting-edge, more college professor. In other words, there ain't no real style to play with. I know that if I get it cut again, it will look better. But if I try to grow it longer, there's a chance that I might get my old Afro back sooner rather than later. What to do? Who really knows? But while I'm still deciding, let's take a trip down memory lane...
'Yes, I can cut this', he said to me after a while. ‘Anyway, short hair suits you. You have a good head shape' - he pointed to the rounded shape at the back of my head. 'My head shape is flat at the back - see?'
I noticed that the back of his head was much less curved than mine, and that he was bald on top - hence the shaved head. 'It's not so good for me'
I smiled. His remark reminded me of some of the questions that my white school friends used to ask me about my hair, ‘How do you wash it? How do you dry it? Is it true that it shrinks? I always found these questions strange. To me, my hair was as normal as they come. It was everyone else’s hair that was weird to me.
‘No! It’s too fragile! Anyway, why? Grey hair suits you. There are lots of people who would pay good money to get this type of shade’.