Bones, Bones and Bones.

Hey world,


My hair used to be one of the first things on my mind but now, its all about bones. Bones, bones and bones. When will they heal completely? I have spent so much time researching the experiences of others to have an idea about my recovery period. Let’s just say it will take quite some time.

In the meantime, I shall continue to distract myself with my words. Both on this blog and the stories that are stored on the desktop of my MacBook Air, begging to be completed. I hear you my babies, I shall spend some more time with you. So far, I have written two short pieces and I just may publish them as a single book of short tales.  I need at least two more stories before it is complete. Dear Brain, stop brainstorming and come up with something quick!

If you have faith in my creativity and believe I can write interesting stories…drop a comment. Thanks

Always me,


P.S: Yes, I am shamelessly soliciting for comments. No I won’t be sad if you don’t comment. No pressure!

Dear Blog Police

Dear Blog Police,

I thought of you today. I know you are currently monitoring my blog, so read on.

First of all, my daughter turned one last Friday. Yay to that. Here are some pictures from my big girl’s day:


I have not been experimenting with my hair lately, courtesy of my healing bones. I have lost the zeal at the moment to concentrate on my hair because I have been thinking about when physiotherapy would start and how to regain my muscles back in my leg (which is so skinny at the moment compared to the good one).

After I broke my ankle, for some reason, one of the first thoughts I had was how I would take care of my hair throughout the healing process. Someone suggested that I keep my hair in big twists. It was a ‘no-brainer’ because that was already my go-to hairstyle.

Does this mean I’ve lost creativity with my hair? I think so.

Something has to be done about this.


I should cut off those skinny tips right? You see, I’ve forgotten so much about hair!



I have been spending so much time with my kids and it is not without its funny moments. I needed to drink some water and asked my two year old son to get me two bottles…

Me: “Marcello, can I have two bottles of water?”

Marcello: “One! One! Not two, one!”

He actually brought one bottle for me and repeated the fact that he would not bring two. I’m proud of his counting skills but is it too much to ask my son for two bottles of water?

I miss walking.

Tomorrow, for the first time since January 10th, I shall stand on my affected foot…wish me luck please.

Always me,


I Relaxed…


I relaxed…

I really relaxed!

Not my hair obviously (I would NEVER do that).

One of my sisters just reminded me that my last post was in November 2017. I told her I relaxed for too long and she said I actually passed out (haha).

Last year. Wow. I took a little break and that break turned into a long vacation. So, let me tell you what I have been doing with myself…and not my hair because I’ve been on the same boring routine since then: wash, moisturise, twist…that’s all!

I broke my ankle on January 10th 2018. What a way to start the new year. I won’t go into details because I put the story out on Instagram (@hairoflife). I am laying in bed as I type this. I have not been given permission to put pressure on my foot yet, so my crutches are currently my best friends. I’m not actually lazying around though because I work from home.

Not being able to walk temporarily, has led me to take my writing more seriously. I have written two short stories (very short), which is currently under scrutiny from a dear brother and friend. I will then pass it on to another amazing friend (although she doesn’t know she’s the one yet) to take a look. I also have two children’s book in the works (for a children’s company) and hopefully it will be out soon. I have always loved writing stories since I was in elementary school but  I never had the “time” to take it seriously. Well, as Nigerians will understand, I have been forced to “stay one place”.

My bed imprisonment has brought out the true colours in my son, Marcello. He is really helpful but can be a meanie sometimes (queue in sad music). Yesterday, he had two cookies in his little hands. I begged him to give me one…yes I beg my kids (ha).


I reported him to my Instagram family and they laughed at me. Its so sad.

Lausanne’s birthday is coming up on Friday 16th. I can’t believe its been a year already. Time flies. I hope she isn’t learning how to be little meanie like her brother.

Since I am being ‘policed’ by someone, I shall try to keep up with this blog. I still love natural hair and that will never change!


Always me,


P.S: My personal blog policewoman…are you happy now? 🙂

Many Wash Days Ago

Hey people,

It’s been so many wash days since I last posted on my blog. It has not been easy dealing with the kids and going to work and washing my hair and blah blah. I’m sure you understand.

As I type this, my hair is wrapped in a towel turban thingy (I don’t really remember what to call it). I have successfully washed my hair but my wash day routine is not over yet. Once the kids go to bed, I will release my hair from it’s turban captor and give it some TLC with my African Pride products (and Avocado oil of course!). Winter is coming so I will add Shea Butter to my routine soon.

Once these little ones…

…have gone to bed, I shall be free!

Much love to you all.

Always me,


African and Proud

Hey World,

I had to take a break for a while. I actually changed my hair routine back to an old one. 

It all began when I was scrolling through old pictures on my phone and saw my 2013-2014 natural hair. It looked so good in comparison to my present hair. I asked myself what was different then and I realized. African Pride! I don’t know why I ever switched from African Pride to Cantu. Cantu is pretty good but African Pride leave in conditioner always had the best effect on my hair. 

Well I decided to give it a try for a week and it gave my hair so much TLC! It was wonderful. My hair was so easy to manage even before applying my beloved Avocado oil. I will watch and see how my hair handles it in the long run. I’m in love!!!! 

Always me 


“Hair” Lifesaver 

Hey guys,

Did you notice what I did with the title? Just like the last post?…ok this has gotten old. I promise this is the last time. 

It all began when I missed wash day on Friday. Then missed it on Saturday. Then missed it on Sunday. Then missed it on…wait a minute! I missed it completely. It was Monday and time for work. I sat up for a little while thinking of what I could do to my dirty hair and scalp. Well it didn’t take me long to figure it out. I had a dry shampoo I hadn’t used. It is called Zerreau Haircare Innovation Towel Off Shampoo Foam. I decided to use it for the first time and guess what? It worked out well. It is not a complete substitute for wash day but it’s a hair life saver for those missed wash days. 

I took a little bit at a time and massaged it onto my scalp. Then cleaned it off with a towel. It smelled so good. Then off to work I went with my fresh hair. (A lot happened in between but my kids are not letting me post this in peace). Later guys! 

Always me,


“Hair” Road to Recovery 

Hey everyone,

I need to tell you a story of “hair” road to recovery. Get it? Hair/her road…hehehe. Don’t mind me please. 

Well after months of postpartum shedding, my hair is coming back with a vengeance and I’m so happy. I even dare to bare it most days now. After all I’m proud of the new hair. Welcome my babies! 


It’s been a while. My kids have really kept me away from my blog with their synchronized crying and pooping! I will not go into details about the synchronized pooping but am I the only one with kids who poop at the exact same time?! 

Oh and have you checked out my Instagram video? The “Raise your hand series”? I had to let out some steam on a very serious issue. People who give unsolicited advice about hair when they are in no position to do so! Yes this is me shamelessly advertising my Instagram handle. It’s @hairoflife (wink wink). 

Hope everyone is doing great. Hugs and kisses
Always me,