Archive | May 2012

Bee Wax? Uhmmmm No thanks!


I’ve not blogged for 15 days! That’s like two weeks and a day. 😦

Some of you may know this by now. I’m on this journey to grow my hair all natural. (This time, I’m for real. Not one of those times when I say I won’t cut my hair again, but go right ahead and cut it after two weeks :D)

So right now, my hair is at that stage where its really really really really annoying. It is neither short nor long, soft nor coarse! The hair is just simply over the top annoying. (One of my aunts actually equated my hair to a coarse sponge.)

With that said, I decided I was going to look for ways to make it look a bit “presentable” (Mind you, I don’t have much of a problem with the way it is. I simply wake up, wash it, put some hair grease on it, comb it, and I’m good to go.)

So yesterday, I had dinner with my landlord and my neighbor who used to be my roommate. My former roommate takes total care of her hair. I mean she goes all out- the weaves, the braids, the colors, she loves those things. When we were roommates and when I used to have my hair permed and long to my back, (Thats my story and I’m sticking to it….lol) whenever I was going on a date or even maybe wanted to look like I cared about hair, she would fix me up…(Accidentally, She’s burned my hair with the hot curling/flat iron several times but I still love her. 🙂 )

While we were having dinner, she looked to my hair and in her Trinidad and Tobago accent she went “Oh gosh man Vou, why you have de hair so? You cyan even comb de hair and make it look good?” Oh well, I decided to let her do her thing with the hair.

Now to the main cause of this post – The Bee Wax!

My former roommate decided to comb twist my hair. Now, that is usually the first stage of getting dreadlocks.  In order to do that, we needed some grease so my sponge-like hair could look good and not like a war zone.

My oh so resourceful landlord went into his house and got a bottle of Bee Wax!

I’ve never used bee wax on my hair before then, didn’t even know you could use it on hair. A few hours later my hair was all comb twisted with a generous amount of Bee Wax. Now when I say generous, I mean generous! So much my normally black-brown hair, looked sort-of gray!

For a good half an hour, I felt like a Rastafarian. I pictured my self wearing red, gold, green and black outfits down to my feet, long dreadlocks flowing down to my waist, small little maps of Africa as my earrings. I even went as far as seeing the introduction to my blog being “Blessed Love Sisthren and Brethren, greetings in the name of the Most High…Jah”

All that was short lived!

Less than an hour after, my hair felt so cloggy, most of the twists at the back were already loose and my face was as smooth and shinny as a new born baby’s butt! No kidding. I had no option than to wash off what was my introduction to dreadlocks.

That was where the problem began.

I went into the shower, washed my hair about three times and thought that was enough to take away the oh so powerful Bee Wax. I left the shower and the wax was no where close to getting off my hair. 😦 I was literally on the verge of shedding tears.

After heading back to the shower a couple more times, my last resort was Google.

“How do I take off Bee Wax from my hair?” I asked Google. Now, the answers I found got me scared. The thought of just cutting off my hair, crossed my mind.

1- Use newspaper or paper towels and an iron on low setting. Put the paper over your hair and run the iron over it…The paper will absorb the wax.” C’mon son! How on earth am I supposed to gather the guts to place a hot electric iron on my hair?…… So that option was a no go area.

2- Try Peanut butter and keep washing it out-……..Hello, I don’t like peanut butter. How do I deal with smelling like peanut butter afterwards? Again I couldn’t use that remedy. How is that even supposed to work? smh.

3- Use hot oil and wash out the hair…… Now that was the most ridiculous of all. Recommend this to a mental health patient and watch them pour the hot oil in your face!

Two recommendations sounded feasible to me. Using dishwashing liquid to wash out the hair or use natural oils then shampoo. Lets just say, I used both, but the oil did the job. I was able to go to bed less paranoid and of course, with wayyyyy less bee wax on my way.

Forget what they tell you about the Nigerian Police being your friend! that’s a fallacy. The truth is- Google is your friend.

This is my longest post so far. With that, I think I’ve made up for not blogging for 15 days…. 🙂

Oh wait… How many people really stuck around till the end of this boring, dragged out and not so relevant post? lol right! Just me! Leave a comment if you did 😛

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Anymore Silly Questions? No?… (I thought so…:S )


I’ve been busy…(Thats going to be my excuse for not blogging. So get used to it) and thinking of ideas and issues to vent about. In the process, I remembered some write up of mine that was posted on and thought I’d share with you guys.



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Oya E Don Do!

Do you live in normal houses? Do you guys wear clothes like us? Do you eat apples? Do you have foods like rice and stuff like that? If I go to Nigeria with you, will they use me for voodoo? If I come to Africa with you, will they serve me exclusively in calabashes alone? Do you see lions, tigers and other wild animals around your house?

Those are some of the questions I’ve been asked by some of my non-9ja friends and acquaintances.

I’m a Nigerian! A proud one, an educated one and would even wanna consider my self a strong ajepako (as in eh, I no dey form ajebo.) I’ve lived outside the country for years and I still got my accent strong- my ‘ehs’ and ‘ohs’ are a major part of my lingua sef. (Okay sorry this is not the focus here).

I basically want to vent over the fact that there is still an awful lot of people whose minds are closed to reading and finding out about other cultures apart from theirs. At the same time, there are lots of Nigerians who are not open to other cultures as well. So this issue doesn’t stop at one country border alone.

I mean even within ourselves, we frown at others’ cultures and way of life. When I was in Nigeria, some of my neighbors who are not my tribe squeeze their faces when we offer them our native meals. I will save that other aspect of shunning culture for another article. But for now, I’m out for non-9ja folks who think we all live on isolated mountains, in mud houses with lions roaming at our backyards and monkeys and baby giraffes as our pets.

When I arrived on the British Virgin Islands, I was walking through town from school one afternoon and omo, I was fully and proudly dressed in traditional outfit oh! And behold two teenagers walking towards me chatting away, immediately kept quiet when they saw me. This screaming silence was maintained till I passed them. My dear, those girls burst out laughing at me. In my mind I just laughed at them (mind you both of them are of African descent.)

That was my first encounter with closed minded folks. I didn’t let that trouble me. That was just the first experience. So many other jaw-dropping episodes followed. From people who didn’t think anyone in Africa spoke English, to people who blatantly told me I didn’t know my African geography, as Sri Lanka is a part of Africa. (This is not made up oh. There are people who really don’t think the internet could be their key to knowledge or even their ticket to other places around the world.)

I know I’m not the only one fed up with these silly questions. My friends in the United Kingdom and the United States tell me they have such people too jooor. So that just makes me feel like im not along in this “I-Have-No-Tolerance-For-Idiots,” battle.

Is it only the western media painting Africa in such an image? I’ve got to give credit to Nollywood big time oh! But some of the movies they present don’t do us any good. They leave people like me the tough and annoying task of having to explain to strangers that, most of those scenes don’t actually happen in the average Nigerian’s life. (I mean there’s witchcraft and all I mean, but there’s also a church in every blessed corner of town.)

I’m a Jaguda fan. My day doesn’t start without a click on jaguda. (Okay let me get to the point.) Being a reporter, I always thought, “oh why not write something and send over to the hard working guys at jaguda?” and for some reason, I always dismissed the thought. I’ve lived on the British Virgin Islands for six years. I mean dem get nice people here sha, but my dear, when dem begin ask you silly questions you go wan use them do football.

Im done ranting!!! Till next time.