So long nappy hair

I'm guilty of many things. one of which is not updating my blog as often as i used to. i think life caught up with me in the race but im determined ti take the lead anyway.

So....i decided to 'un nap' my nappy hair yesterday. i dont know why but um glad i did otherwise i wouldnt have anything to blog about now! here's a pic of my nappy hair. i like to think of this picture as a sort of memoir. So if i ever get to the point when i hate relaxed hair, i'll look at the pic and congratulate myself for staying nappy for 10 months! for enduring the tangleed bits and comb tru sessions.

no, im not a coward as many of my nappy hair sistas probably think. im on an adventure with my hair. and hey who says its important to have nappy hair anyway? or relaxed? or texturized? I am not my hair :)

so nice to be back ;)

Black Girls Don’t Blush

We were supposed to have lunch that afternoon. I wore a black tank top and a bright red skirt.

I didn’t look too desperate

You wore an aqua green shirt, like the color of the sea. My best friend would call it sky blue however.

Sky blue...aqua green…whatever

You said something nice about my top. If I was white I would have blushed all the way down to my neck with your eyes dancing all over my chest.

‘Tell me, do you play chess?’ I had my reasons for asking.

‘Chess is for losers, I spend my time wisely’

Oh well, I thought, what an irony.

You told me other things that made me laugh anyway. Some adult jokes, some funny pranks. My Mother would have a fit! But I am an adult. Seventeen years on this planet qualifies me. So there you go.

Our date crawled on like a caterpillar and turned into a moth when I felt your foot rubbing my thighs under the table. Oh no! It was only our second date and now I have to stop starting to like you.

The Philosophy of Childbirth

I scream, I groan

I curse, I moan

It’s not easy no doubt

But when it slips out

I smile with warmth engulfing my whole body

This is what it must feel like, to howl

The work of nature is big, brown and sturdy

It stares back at me from the toilet bowl

I’m a philosopher

And I just gave birth to shit.