A Hairy Update

In between my last update, I've changed hairstyles, had a tumultuous quarrel with my family, been asked by my new crushee if he could accompany me back to Africa and worked 18 hours this weekend. And you thought I wasn't busy.

On Friday night, the quarrel ensued. Let me spare you all from the horrid details, all I can say is if you read my journal you'd know that there is something always amiss in my house with my bro-in-law and I. Well, unsuspecting I came home after a double shift on Friday having no idea that he was rearing his head for a fresh one. But this time around my mum was home, so the quarrel sorta went the wrong way and everyone kinda was forced to say stuff they've either had in mind forever and been dying for an opportunity to say, or just felt like crying our eyes out in front of each other with tearful confessions.

The tears were mostly cried by me. I shall refrain from emphasizing why, the general state is: I NEED SOMETHING NEW AND FRESH AND WONDERFUL TO TAKE ME AWAY FROM ALL THIS SAMENESS. I Used to Have fun.

Being that, I slept with tears in my eyes, and my eyes were blood shot the next day for my 2nd double duty at work. And because of all thesweat and tears from the day before my weave itched all night, so I woke up in the morning and decided to take it off and wash it, leaving with my Afro a la red tints at the ends.

Thinking I was ugly and repressed looking with the swollen eyelids and "fro'ed hair, I got to work and got everyone oohing and aahing about my look to the extent even I was shocked as to why they really liked it, when in fact, I didn't.

That was when he, couldn't take it anymore. I had noticed him and his friends in the corner talk and whisper about the new look, not knowing if it was a good whisper or not. He casually walked up to me, and began his very own oohing and aahing, and asked me to take him back to Africa with him, that he had a tremendous interest in our culture and our dances (?!)

All through the weekend, I got compliments for the Afro that I was too shy to unveil, and finally tonight, I decided to cover up some part of it in a weave thing-half weave half "fro-the Foxy Brown thing, I am not ready for right now. Perhaps when the movie nears I may be, not now.

So it's been one helluva weekend, and my horoscope says the week coming doesn't have much in store, but it has been proved wrong before, so I hope this time around I get goodness, Love and happiness. The last time it said I would have peace, who knew a quarrel among family was brewing. Fucking Crap!

I shall conclude this angry entry with my innermost thoughts: 

I need to get Laid, I need to go out on some kind of date, I need to have fun, let my hair ("fro or otherwise) down. I just need something that would let me loose. I just need to have FUN period in lots of doses and to stop worrying about a whole bunch of things I can't change for myself.

Leaving work I thought of dropping my number on the African perpetrators car, inviting him to call me so we can hook up or alternatively get hooked, but I don't know, at the last minute I thought otherwise. I am not ready to embarass myself with unreciprocated advances right now. It would hurt more than anything else.

So that was my weekend. Are we expecting fireworks or what?!