I came back to Nigeria primarily to serve in the NYSC program which is compulsory for everyone who was under 30 at point of graduation. The first element of service is a 3 week long youth camp, which is the camp of the state that you are posted in. I like many other foreign graduates, found myself in Lagos :D. Because it’s an army style barracks there are only basic necessary amenities, meaning, I needed to get my hair did.
Unfortunately, that meant a trip to the salon since I was short on time and didn’t really have a trusted stylist around my area. And so it began. I freshly washed and sectioned my hair in the morning and wrapped a scarf around to make it look presentable for my other activities. Then I made my way to the salon.
The first thing the lady did was undo all the sections and try to start combing it dry. I had to look at her to make sure she understood that that doesn’t fly with my kinky hair. So I got her to put in some of my Giovanni Direct Leave-In before de-tangling with a ‘wide tooth comb’. The comb wasn’t so much a wide tooth comb as a huge comb that still managed to be quite small. She was gentle though, and it only hurt little bit, but she didn’t de-tangle fully, she said it wasn’t necessary.
Then came the demon hairdresser, my hair had already started to shrink up and I could see her eyeing my shrunken fro with disgust. Just before she started she asked me why I didn’t relax. I said I didn’t like relaxing FULL STOP. She, obviously not getting the point said I should relax because my hair is thick and very hard. I didn’t answer, and she responded by almost tearing the hair from my scalp when she was about to part a section. I had to shout a bit, it was so painful.
And she just looked at me indifferently and said I would have to bear it because my hair is hard. I was so vexed, Instead of her to part with sense, she did it the lazy way ripping tangles apart instead of being gentle and expected my hair to behave like relaxed hair. I had to really reign myself in because my Aunt’s friend owned the salon. Every time she parted I felt and heard my precious strands breaking! I was so upset, until another hairdresser came to work on my hair, and showed the demon a better way to part it.
At the end of the day I didn’t get the style I wanted (which was marley twists even though I explained and showed pictures). And I found out that they had plaited each twist onto my head, meaning the hair was in a permanent all back style. I was livid, but already in camp so it was too late. I had to wait two weeks before the twists became slack enough to manipulate into more appealing styles. I mean, my forehead is way too big to have been exposed like that. I was so angry and in so much pain from that horrible salon visit, I am NEVER going back there again. In fact, any salon in Lagos will be lucky to get a kobo from me this year.