Currently writing this from a waiting lounge in Addis Ababa International Airport. Well, first I’d like to rant about how everyone has to remove their shoes for screening at the airport. Noooooo!!! What is all this madness? I have a fear of being barefoot, whether in the house or outside. I’m sorry oh sturdy forefathers of mine, I wouldn’t have survived during the Mau Mau expedition.
Moving on from the gory details of bare feet, I just resigned from my job in the middle east and here I am waving my incandescent flag of peace and tranquillity. Looking forward to the journey of self discovery, and I would love keep my shoes on please.
My heart was heavy as I left, and it dawned on me as to why I never like to stay in one place or working in one job for a long duration. I greatly loathe feeling attached and having to walk away from the warm carnoodling cocoon of the little life I built around me. Nonetheless, change is inevitable.
I always try to capture the best moments from people, I suppose that’s why I always remember the good memories and my mind blots off the bad ones. It’s easy for me to have an argument with someone and have no recollection of it after sometime. I love to capture moments of love, kindness, courtesy, laughter and happiness. I think someone is most beautiful when they are kind, especially when the character is very rare in them.
I will readily recall moments of laughter shared. I will remember the moments of pain shared, because allowing someone to feel your pain shows that you trust them with your heart’s secrets.
It’s in the middle east that my natural hair journey begun. Uncertainty and freedom. The irony of the juxtaposition of the two words.
Master: You can be anthing you want to be.
Hair: Can I….can I be natural?
Master: I repeat, you can be anything you want to be.
My friend told a hilarious story about African hair as perceived by an Asian. The two were in the store as the African was combing her hair, when lo and behold, when she lodged her comb through her hair, the Filipino lady was astounded that the comb did not fall off.( Haha I was seriously tickled by this)
I suppose we can add that information to the list:
If you comb through African natural hair, the comb will not fall off!
The Filipino was also startled that African hair stood up on it’s ends when you comb it. Haha. Pure comedy I tell you.