Growing up in London i’ve always sported a short edgy crop. I would dye my hair a variety of different colours every other month. Some days I might wake up and have an uncontrolled urge to go pink or blue or just for the heck of it, green. However, the more I started travelling back to Nigeria I became very aware of hair. It was everywhere, long luscious bouncy hair. I stuck to my crop as long as I could until one day I decided to venture down the path of.. a weave on!! *gasp*
Now you must understand, this was a pretty big thing for me. If I wanted long hair i’d wear a wig or a ponytail (and I still do sometimes, they’re so much fun and you can scratch your hair at night, my poor husband has seen this many a time).. but back to the point. I clearly remember plucking up the courage as I was coming to Nigeria in December and you just KNOW everyone’s in Nigeria in December. I went to the store & I was transfixed by the vast array on offer. I mean I live in hair stores but if i’m doing braids how much are you really going to spend on a pack? So one of my older sisters friends swore by Remi Goddess. And to me, she was a weave queen. If anyone should know good hair then she was an expert. I almost died when I was informed that my total purchase was about £120. *huge sigh* I went to the best hairdresser I knew and I prepared to come out to Nigeria very confident that I was decent enough to flick my hair with the best of them.



