The first time I fitted a wig was four weeks ago. The first time I wore a wig (this means me leaving the house wearing one ) was four weeks ago. The first time I had to deal with the anxiety of wearing a wig, was four weeks ago. I’m still anxious, four weeks later.
When I was a child I had big hair but it had to be cut all the time because elders just didn’t have time to maintain it. From Pre-School to Primary School, we were not allowed to grow our hair. The teacher will insert a pencil in your hair, if it stays, then you will be directed to cut it .
Because my hair grew way too fast, I had to cut it every two months. But during the festive season we will do whatever we wanted to do with our hair. In fact, no one cut their hair November because you wanted to have enough hair to relax for Christmas. We always bragged about who had the longest hair . It was our own hair Olympics.
However, in high school I could do anything with my hair from braids to weaves. So I started fully growing my hair when I was doing Grade 8. I was a teenager then so how I looked mattered and it all begins with the hair.
My hair grew fast as expected and I would relax and braid it now and then. In my entire high school I was among the girls who had long hair. It’s an accomplishment. The length and texture of your natural hair is very important in the black community. In fact if it’s long enough, you will be discouraged of wearing extensions.
My hair was long. I took it from the women in my family. They all have long hair.
Came the FIFA World Cup in 2010 and everyone was experimenting. American singer Cassie and the Barbados goddess Rihanna had just introduced the one side shave to the world. It has always been there but when it’s done by your own, it’s a new thing. So in celebration of the first FIFA World Cup to come to Africa, I did the side shave. They thought I was a devil worshiper in my area but I ignored them. Funny enough , a month later more started doing it. Mhmm…… I didn’t win “Trendsetter of the Year” in university for nothing.
That side shave was the beginning of what was to be my hair journey. I’ve died it red, I cut it every year, I braid it, I wear weaves but never did I even think of wearing a wig.
I like security, generally, so it’ll be doing myself disservice if I put myself in a situation where my hair can be snatched and I’ll be left vulnerable. Well at least that’s what I thought until four weeks ago.
I have done all the possible hair styles one can do and I was in limbo. So I decided to cut my hair, short, so I can grow an Afro. I had tried growing an Afro before but I hate combing my hair and it’s painful so I ended up relaxing it . But this time I was adamant. Still am. Hopefully I’ll keep at it.
But I don’t like how I look with short hair. I look like my little brothers , worse like my father. And I’m not good with make-up so I can’t even make myself up so people can focus on the eyebrows and contouring. I’m pretty , yes, but other than my hazel eyes and sexy lips, I have to give people something else to look at .
So that’s when four weeks ago I decided to get a wig for the first time. The wig is nice. Peruvian hair. Good quality. And look good on me.
But ewu!!! When I left the house the first time, my hand was on my head. I wanted to make sure it was still intact. I’ll be busy and forget and then remember I’m wearing a wig and touch it again just to make sure it’s still there. Mind you this was August, wind season. On top of that, there’ve reports of criminals snatching people’s wigs to sell for petty cash so they can buy drugs.
So you can imagine the anxiety .
Then one time I forgot I was wearing a wig instead of a weave, so during sex with my lovely men, the wig fell off. He didn’t notice, apparently, until he finished working on me and then he said “hawu! And then? The hair?”
An awkward moment where I had to explain the wig phenomenon and he hasn’t stopped laughing at me fours weeks later. He now ask me if I want to take off the wig first before we make love. “I mean we take off everything so the hair must go too ” ……..then he will annoy me and ask “what’s the sexiest way of removing a wig during sex? ”
My life . ……
My brothers also think this wig business is nonsense. They don’t mind the weaves but the “cap”, that’s what they call my wigs .
I enjoy the wig because when I have a headache, I can just remove it and give my hand a break. However, in public it’s a different story.
There’s a Zulu saying that goes “ubuhle buyasetshenzelwa” meaning you suffer for beauty.