Hair and Beauty

Hair and Beauty

How do I style my short Afro hair?

This question has been driving me insane, so many people (Caucasians, mainly) think that having Afro hair is so ‘cool’ because when we wake up every morning, our hair looks like this-

However my hair is most definitely not of the microphone Afro variety and I’m still trying to work out just what it is.  Whilst trying to figure it out, I have had to hear some harsh truths from hair stylists concerning my hair, one is that my natural hair will never- despite how many rollers and straws I stick into it- look like this-

So no soft, spiral curls for me then, what to do?  I’ve always admired celebrities who manage to look stunning with their chic, pixie-like hairstyles and for me, Halle Berry is one of the best of them.  However, to achieve the below straight finish, I will have to put chemicals in my hair and for now, I want my hair to stay 100% natural.  A few decades too late, I finally want to learn how to deal with what the good Lord gave me and learn, somehow, to love it.  So this look is not an option for me either-

How about doing an Ace Ventura quiff?-

Well first of all, I believe I would need to have my hair straightened to achieve that kind of sharp finish and secondly as the winds are blowing with great gusto in Berlin, I believe this hair style has a very short shelf-outdoor-life.

I could do an ‘ol school Sisquo (Big Brother UK, really Sisquo, ok, back on topic) and dye it blonde

Well not only does full on blonde not suit my complexion, (unless I want to look like I wandered of the set of a Beenie Man dancehall video), I can’t achieve those curls naturally…I don’t think.

‘Fro Hawks are a versatile go-to afro hair style and I would love to cornrow the sides of my hair to achieve this look, but the whole point of going natural was to leave every strand of my hair well alone-

I am getting quite desperate now, how about I do what every high fashion magazine does when they get a black model with a strong face, i.e do a ‘Grace Jones’

Or better yet why don’t I just shave everything of, that way I will have no more hair style woes.

Ok, I have to stay calm and positive, the ‘Grace Jones’ look is great for me at night when I’m at my ‘fiercest’, so that’s my night look done.  What about during the day or when I don’t feel like making such a razor-sharp statement?  I like the look of this-

I wonder if I can achieve those curls naturally, I don’t want to get too excited, I have to be ready for the hair stylist to let me know again, just how limited my hair choices are, now I’ve undergone the snip.

Hair and Beauty

My hair-raising experience in Bintas Hair Salon

 As all women know, our hair is our temple, and it is of the utmost importance to find a good environment for us to worship it regularly.  This is why upon arriving Berlin I took a few months to research where the decent Afro hair salons were in the city.  After heavy research which included surfing the net, reading various Berlin blogs and stopping the random ‘African-looking’ person on the street, I decided to   go to Bintas hair salon to loosen my extensions.

I had booked a 10am appointment for that morning, so was slightly peeved when I arrived at 9.55 and the salon was still closed.  Fast forward about 15 minutes when I had all but lost the feeling in my toes, and a man finally came to open up the salon.  My mood was further soured when it seemed like he had no recollection of me making an appointment.  So gathering the patience from the gods, I calmly told him to look for his appointment book and lo and behold, in some illegible scribble, there my written appointment lay.

I was then told that ‘someone’ would come to the salon to do my hair ‘soon’.  By this point, I wanted to commit bloody murder but I forced myself to find some delights in the many objects that were for sale around me.  There were various slightly gawdy (translation-ghetto) accessories

There were also beauty products on offer

When I peered into the back of the hair salon, I saw African food products on sale.  At this point, I expected to look left and see a minister performing a wedding ceremony and to watch a minister carrying out a frenzied baptism on my right.

I then had to pysically shake myself to remember that I was supposed to be in a hair salon and asked for the salon’s price list.  I was then told that the price of loosening extensions ‘depends’.  Depends on what, I asked, trying desperately not to bark the question.  The man then gave me some cock n bull story and all the while I gazed at the clock.  Fast forward about 45 minutes and a lady came to loosen my extensions.  In the end I ended up paying 15 euros, which I thought was pretty decent.

As the lady loosened my extensions, Madame Binta herself sailed into the salon, bestowing her (slightly irate) customers with warm greetings et al, and this would have moved me, had I not had to deal with all that I had in her salon that morning.  In fact, I wanted to list all my complaints to her, but I thought better of it.  At that point, I just wanted to get my hair done and GO.

After my appointment I made the mistake of buying some of Binta’s hair products-

Why did I make a mistake?  Because on returning home to use the Carrot Oil I had purchased for a hefty 6.50 euros, I saw that not only did it not have a seal but half of the carrot oil seemed to have been used by someone else.  Shaking with rage, I then tried to see what the expiry date was, and saw that there was none but instead the trademark date was listed all the way back to 2004!! At this point, I hissed and threw the offensive carrot oil into the dustbin, where Bintas salon should really be situated.

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