Three weeks down, 5 months and one week to go!

Well here I am at week three. My parents have seen my hair and haven't passed out. I know they aren't happy with it but I'm not surprised. Nigerians just don't lock up. Locks have a social stigma that is associated with people who were social outcasts. This happened a long time ago (before colonialism). Families that were considered outcasts are supposed to be a welcome part of society now but if you read, "Things Fall Apart" and "No Longer At Ease" by Chinua Achebe, you'll find that stigmas aren't dropped that easily.

I'm at my parents' home, eating my mothers' beloved cooking. For Christmas we had goat meat stew, jollof rice, plaintains, Fufu with egusi soup and it was Tha Bomb! I'm still smackin' my lips! Throughout this weekend I kept thinking, "Is Christmas really for children?" When kids aren't around, what brings the Christmas spirit? I can see why people get depressed when the holidays come around. If you're alone, it's hard to feel cheerful if you aren't the source of cheer. At first I was a little down but luckily, I'm here with my parents, my brothers, my best friend is down the street and I've sent everyone in my cell phone phone book a text message with good cheer (:

At week three, I noticed that when I wash my hair (left), it shrinks up after its dry (right). I think I like it both ways, what do you think? At this point, my edges are gone but my hair is holdin' up. Good thing I'm seeing Diana for a retightening on Thursday (:

Hey check it out, I'm sporting my two week-old SL's at the Relationship Gap Holiday party (see link for details). How do I look? (I've been watching that show all weekend, it's growin' on me).

Well, although belated, I wanna wish everyone a Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah and Happy Kwanza, and for my muslim friends a very belated Eid Mubarak! I'm out! Peace!