My mother is an avid henna treatment fan, she uses it on both her hair and nails. Not even once have I ever seen her nails clear of henna, and for those who know her you can also attest to that. Every last Friday of the month she’d give me the task of mixing henna powder and plain water in a bowl to form a paste, let it rest for around 30 minutes then she’d apply it on her hair from the roots upwards.
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Calico Joe
Months ago on this blog I did my first ever Taking Stock one, I remember promising myself to read all John Grisham’s books.
I failed terribly.
Still a Mum
There are many things that can ruin your Sunday afternoon. For me, is when Kenya power willingly go ahead and decide that we need a break from the continuous supply of electricity, and so the black –out lives on. I am bored to death; I’ve done everything possible to lure it out but nothing.
Tips on how to go Grey beautifully
As promised today is when we get to unravel a few tips on how to take care of your grey hair and ditch the dye. You have to do extra work with maintaining your hair as compared to those with normal/ ordinary hair.
Here goes:
Reggae in the Sun
A mass of reggae fanatics, non-fanatics and the unsure fanatics are all squeezed under a white tent or ivory maybe considering every possible location it has ever been to and all the rough dirty hands of the humans who have handled it before. This therefore led to it losing its purity, color and what it was when it left the industrial factory. The ‘squeeze’ situation is as a result of what the clouds have decided to let down upon us. It always starts with a drizzle and before you know it, it’s raining cats and dogs as they say.
Reggae in the sun is the name of the event, the irony is beyond I know.
Grey is the New Black
I dislike it when someone I’m not close to touches my hair. It’s nothing personal; it’s just uncomfortable for me. So back in primary school I stuck to one lady called Wangechi, okay maybe my mum did cause they were close friends and well I had to follow suit. Usually I’d go to her place and she’d wash my hair, straighten it and then do some 7-8 lines, I didn’t like having too many cause they’d give me a headache when I’d be undoing them.
Enjoy the Ride
I get home at around thirty minutes past 8.p.m, I’m starving to death considering the last meal I had had been in the morning. I need food and lots of it for that matter, at this moment I don’t really care how ugly I look stuffing some red velvet cupcakes my sister brought home on Saturday. After having two I decide to stop there and rethink the choices I make with what I put in my body, but it’s just two cupcakes. Not ten just two, blame it on my sister though. They were irresistibly sweet, guess I’ll use that as my excuse.
