"I've been trying to hold myself but I can't hold it anymore... Your hair, it's digusting! It's so rough. Is this how you've been carrying it around? This is how you've been going out? Your clients haven't complained? Your boyfriend has seen you with this hair and he didn't say anything about it? Please go and remove it, you look..."
"It's ok nau. I get the message".
Pikin no fine but em mama like am. That's what they say, right? So if my own Mum could call my hair disgusting only God knows what others had been thinking. The day before that sasha boné hinted that the hair needed to go but she was being "socially correct" about it. The boo also said something, but careful not to hurt my feelings he didn't say how bad it was. Well, my mama had absolutely no problem doing so.
So it was that yesterday I had to make out time and go get the hair done. I was particular about being economical so I purposely didn't go to a salon that would cost me an arm and a leg, somewhere simple would be fine, because #Buhari *runs away* *swerves to dodge Memphis' slap* LOL.
Anyways, the salon was pretty decent. The girls said it would cost me N4500 to fix my weave but I looked at them, looked around at the empty salon, looked back at the idle hands and rolled my eyes. By the time I was done they gave themselves brain and really brought down the price.
While she did my hair I found myself really liking my hairdresser. I didn't really converse with her but from listening to her conversations with the others I could glean that she had recently come from the east where she was also a hairdresser. I also noticed unlike many hairdressers in this axis, she was very polite and kind (oh, maybe after a few months in Lagos this would change...). She was really attentive and fussed over me, and watching her with the others I could tell she has a good heart.
I instantly fell in love and decided that she would be my new hairdresser. I had made the decision to tip her heavily and also take her number so we could do home service (I really don't like salons). Also, introduce her to my friends too. I just really liked her.
Being the very expressive person I am, if I dislike you or like you, you would know easily. I liked her and she noticed. This encouraged her to share with me that she's a makeup artist; "Aunty, I do makeup too o! I tie Gele and fix lashes" she said.
It's been a while since I did professional makeup and I've been thinking of taking a refresher course. I'd wanted to do so two months ago with celebrity makeup artist/Omotola Jalade Ekeinde's personal makeup artist, Bimpe Onakoya. But when I contacted her, the cost was beyond my budget so I put it on hold. So I was thinking, well just maybe I could pay this lady to teach me, but she'd have to be reaaaaaally good.
"Do you have pictures of jobs you've done?"
"Yes!" She said eagerly and asked her colleague to help bring her phone.
She scrolled through and then showed me one picture. It was the wedding picture of Uche Pedro of Bella Naija.
I looked at it dubiously and asked again if she was the one who did the makeup. "Yes" she said, unflinchingly. "Where?" I asked. "Aunty... Ok I did this one in Asaba. Let me show you another one".
I'm quite certain Uche Pedro's wedding wasn't in Asaba...
In any case she pulled out another picture. This time around, to show me her gele tying skills. I looked and it was a picture from a YouTube tutorial. One of the videos I watched when I was in makeup school.
She showed me a few more. All lies. All pictures gotten from the Internet.
In all of this, what broke my heart was not even the lies. It was the confidence with which she told them.
I guess I haven't found myself a new hairdresser after all. Colour me disappointed.
...my friend says what she did is similar to exaggerating your achievements on your CV or LinkedIn profile which we all do. Nothing wrong there...
Do you agree that it's ok to tell a few lies here and there to get ahead? After all man must wack...?