My 2010 Mind: The Sunday Man

Hey World,

It’s time for another insight into my 2010 Mind. Here is what I wrote back then:


Lately I’ve been having “unbloggable” days (please excuse my use of a non-existent word). Yesterday was one of such days. Nothing interesting happened to me. Nothing at all. Sitting at home, bored, carrying out Day 2 of my personal strike, I realised that not going to work may not have been a good choice at all. However, one event kept coming to mind. The Event of Last Sunday. This is where the title of this post comes in. The Sunday Man has been on my mind.

Whenever I go to church, I try to sit in a particular row, about two rows behind the Sunday Man. Let me give you some information on this man before I get to the point.

The Sunday Man never misses mass. If I go by 7am, I see him. If I go by 9am, I still see him. This led to my conclusion that this man attends mass twice every Sunday. He is always early. I have never seen him walk in. He’s always there before me. He sits in the same exact spot. I laugh at him sometimes but this is because I can’t help myself. I do not laugh at the fact that he is mentally challenged (he really is) but I do laugh at some of his actions. He goes for every thanksgiving, whether or not he knows the people. Sometimes he spontaneously dashes towards the altar and has to be restrained by some ushers. Sometimes he raises a book (which has nothing to do with Church) and begins walking towards the altar. This always attracts the attention of the ushers who restrain him. His movements are timed by these ushers who stand beside him before he can think of doing anything. All these are distractions but I can’t seem to help laughing.

Well the event of last Sunday put a stop to my laughter. The Sunday Man touched me. Not physically, but emotionally. This is what happened…

It was time for Thanksgiving. A couple was thanking God for their recent marriage. The Sunday Man got up (as usual) waiting to follow the procession. He usually waits to be the last in line. An old woman with boils on her face and a bad leg was in the procession. As she slowly walked down the aisle, cane in hand, the people behind her seemed to be impatient. I saw the annoyance on their faces. They couldn’t stand how slow the woman was moving. As she got near the Sunday Man, he touched the hand that she used to hold her cane and stopped her. I couldn’t hear what he said to her but I could read her lips. She said “thank you”. I assume he told her sorry and I couldn’t help but feel bad. I felt bad for all the times I laughed at this man. Out of everybody around the woman, it was the man who was termed ‘insane’ that shared kind words with the woman.

For some reason, this one act has made me stop laughing at this man. I now think of him as sent by God. Who knows of his purpose in that church? Who knows why he does what he does? God bless the Sunday Man.

The End

Wow, I am definitely not this person anymore, who would even laugh at that man in the first place! Anyway this has brought back memories of the Sunday Man. I hope he’s doing well. Once again, God bless the Sunday Man. 

Please note that the featured picture was taken today (day after wash day). I was too chicken to unravel it for a twist out. I wasn’t sure if it had dried so I went to work with my twists. Let’s see what happens tomorrow. I will post about part 2 of my wash day routine to get my future twist out, whether it looks good or not (I’m hoping the former).  I’m too sleepy to do that now! 

Always me, 


So Far So… I Don’t Know

Hey World,

This is a post about my wash day. Or should I say part one of it. Lausanne decided when my wash day would be and it wasn’t last night. Since Her Highness decided I had no choice but to wash my hair this morning, I embarked on the journey. 

Let’s just say, so far so…I don’t know. This is what I’ve been able to to till now (2pm Netherlands time). 

Step one: Part my hair in two 

Step Two: Spray with my water and oil mix, followed by a generous amount of coconut oil. 

Step Three: Braid my hair in four parts…and rush to soothe my screaming baby. No time for pictures! 

Step Four: Wash my hair with black soap and follow with conditioner (at the speed of light) and rinse. 

Step Five: Use a towel to remove excess water (dabbing and not rubbing) and cover with a microfiber hair towel…and calm fussy baby down. 

Step Six: Pray to God I have time to do something nice to my hair before work tomorrow! 

Always me,

Hopeful Sandeey 

Good Sunday

“Mummy Finger, Mummy Finger, where are you? Here I am, here I am, how do you do?…”

Finally I have some time to myself to write something! These kids were not having it today. Marcello woke up so early and Lausanne did not let me sleep! It was a very tired Sunday Morning so we decided to go for evening Mass. That means, I had to wait till evening to find out if my hair would be nice or not. 

Fast forward to evening, it was time to find out if the previous night’s TLC routine worked out. I have to say that it did!!! See for yourselves…

No updo for this mama! It’s too bad this night is wash night. I pray I have the strength. All I want to do now is sleep. 

So to recap, my TLC moisturising regimen is this:

  • Spray with Jojoba and water mix and leave for one minute
  • Use Cantu leave in conditioner 
  • Seal the moisture with Shea Butter

I think I just may stick to this routine. I will try it again and see how my hair does for the week. 

Always me,


Change of Mind

Dear World,

How are you today? I just wanted to let you know that I changed my mind about wash day…again. As you know, it was supposed to be on Thursday or Friday (yesterday) but I decided against it. Thursday’s change of mind was as a result of my balding edges but yesterday’s was because I decided it wouldn’t be wise. I am resuming work on Tuesday (after my maternity leave expires) and would need to have fresh hair all week. This cannot be possible with an early wash day. I have decided to wait till Sunday to wash my hair. This will give it time to dry and be in a style (fingers crossed) by Tuesday.

However, I gave my hair some TLC minus the trimming last night. I prefer trimming after a good wash. I brought out my hair spray bottle (it even sprays upside down!) with Jojoba Oil and Water, then my good ol’ Shea Butter and of course my Cantu Leave in Conditioner. 

I unraveled my hair in sections, and sprayed my oil and water mixture. I let the water sink in for about a minute then applied my leave in and topped it up with my Shea Butter. I paid extra attention to my ailing edges. My hair felt so good. It still feels good as I write this. 

My hair is currently in twists and I will be rocking what I believe would be a lovely twist out tomorrow to Church. If it isn’t lovely, I will go with an updo. Let’s see what happens. 

Always me,


The After Baby Gift

Hey World,

I have just received my “after baby” gift! Now, is it a gift to be excited about or not? I would say…NOT! <insert tears>. I will explain.

As I said in my last post,  wash day was supposed to be yesterday or today, depending on the baby’s mood. Well, it didn’t happen yesterday and baby had nothing to do with it. This is what happened: Baby was playing on her baby gym playmat and I saw this as a chance to wash my hair. I raced to the bathroom and brought out my TLC kit, which contained my hair oils for a nice prepoo routine. Well I took off my satin scarf and saw it. The gift. The “after baby” gift. Known to many as the result of…postpartum shedding. The baldness. The bald edges. Yes I wanted to cry.

I know I wrote earlier that postpartum shedding had begun but I didn’t know it would go this far so quickly. I was surprised to see it happen overnight! I had to postpone my washday because I needed time to grasp what had happened. I did not want a repeat of last time where I was confused. As I write this, I have gathered myself together and I am ready to tackle this postpartum bogeyman. I’m contemplating whether to take a picture or not. Oh well I will save this post in my draft until I make up my mind…

**2 hours later**

I’ve made up my mind. Here you go:

The pictures do not even begin to show how bad it is. I was already dreaming of my Ecostyler gel and how I was going to use it next week when I resume work. Oh well, let me go research postpartum shedding-friendly hairstyles.

Always me,



Happy King’s Day…if you know what that is. It’s the King’s birthday here in the Netherlands so I dressed the kids up in the appropriate orange gear:

As for me, let’s just say I did not dress up or even get my hair done. We used the day to rest and boy was I tired of resting. 

It’s wash day or should I say wash night today or tomorrow. Let’s see what happens. I usually fix a wash date with my kinks when Lausanne is well fed, rested and in the mood to hang out without me. I hope I have enough time to give my hair some TLC. It’s been a long time since I used a deep conditioner so I will attempt that and a little trim as well.  Fingers crossed. 

Always me,


Are you sleeping?

Hey World,

You know the rhyme “are you sleeping, are you sleeping, Brother John?”  Well I’m pretty sure he was sleeping so lucky him. I cannot remember the last time I slept…well.  Anyway, whether I sleep or not, I still have to protect my hair at night…right?

Well after my day out yesterday with my family, I twisted my hair into four places. I didn’t feel the need to use any moisturizer because it was still moisturised. However, I did use my Jojoba oil while twisting. Then I decided to take a pic! 

Thanks to my personal camera man, Le Hubz. 

Well immediately after, I put on my satin scarf. Let’s just say I don’t really wait for night to put my scarf on. I love laying around at times so I must protect my hair always. 

I have to go way off topic for a second here. How did I not know that yoghurt bark was so yummy! I recently found a recipe for yogurt bark online. I made mine with Greek yoghurt and a little honey. Yum! 

Alright, back to hair. How do you sleep at night? Do you protect your kinks/coils/curls/locs etc.? Or do you allow it sleep on your pillow? If it’s the latter, I sure do hope it’s a satin pillow. Note to self: Get one! 

Always me,