It will amaze you to know that  Emprezz and I have had bad luck with hair stylists replicating the lock extensions we said we would try. Want to know what  I went through?

Due to the fact that for the past 3 weeks I had been experiencing serious shedding, I felt it was time to put my hair in a protective style. And what style did I decide? I wanted lock extensions. They seemed to be the opportunity for me to put my hair in a style which would not require me manipulating it on daily basis. And also, I wanted a style that I didn’t see around a lot. Now, where to do it? That was the big question: osu? : which was probably the most expensive place to get hair done but also to your satisfaction. Or alternatively do some enquiries around to see if I could get another place at a cheaper cost. So I asked around and even posted pictures on facebook to see if I could get some help with it. I got some feedback but it wasn’t very reliable. 

So I asked my sister if she knew a place that did locks but unfortunately they only specialized in permanent locks. They directed me to another place and I decided to take a shot. I explained what I wanted to the guy in charge and he seemed to understand what I wanted. I booked an appointment and was there at 8:30am, ready for my infamous locks ready to rock Legon with my new hairdo.

Upon arrival, I was shown the weave that was to be used. The ‘Madam” did a twist and asked if the length was ok. I replied in the affirmative. I thought it was just to show me the length of the lock. The apprentices then joined in. After doing 3 braids, I asked how they were going to do the lock. They seemed to be at a loss so I showed them what I wanted. They then told me that it was called “police abaa’’ which in English means “police baton” or “cane”. I further asked them if they knew how to do it and they said yes.

 To cut the long story short, I ended up after about 7 hours with long stiff plaits of hair which looked like the hairdo of someone playing the role of an African witch in the local movie called “kyeiwaa”. One would have thought, “Why did you stay throughout, couldn’t you see what they were doing?”

I know, I know!!! I can’t even understand it myself. I guess I hoped that they would do some magic at the end of the day to transform the hairdo into my “dream dreads”. I spent 90 Ghana cedis that blessed day. In fact, I picked a cab back to campus and prayed no one would see me as I made my way to my room. Immediately I got there, I pulled out a pair of scissors and started to unravel the mystery on my head. I ended up sleeping on my back the entire night. The next day, I missed two lectures and two tutorials just taking everything off my head. I tried to transform it into something else, but it didn’t quite work out. At the end of the day, I left the middle part so it looked like the half weave that relaxed haired girls do. I think if I want a fuller look I’ll plait in the middle the afro twist (so I think I learnt a new trick).

So my lesson is: cheaper things cost more at the end of the day. If I had gone to Osu, I would have gotten value for my money. The money doesn’t bother me that much because I just assumed that it fell out of my pocket. I happy my hair is back the way I want it and am back to not trusting just anyone with my hair again. This is AfroDiva and may you never experience a bad hair day.Big ups!!!


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