The sweet smell of success

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My sister is contemplating ‘going natural’ with her hair. I did my Big Chop about 30 months ago, and tried not to be that natural girl, you know the one: she feels the beautiful coils and kinks growing out of her head and starts singing about “touching Africa and coming back darker” and generally being a […]

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The Big Chop

In January this year, I cut off most of my hair. I’d been relaxing it pretty constantly since I was 14 [I had a mild punk phase and shaved it off. Let's just say that particular haircut caused my mother to say scornfully, "You look like a boy. An ugly boy" and leave it at […]

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Who You Callin’ Nappy?

Well this is embarrassing. I am the blogger who cried wolf: “I’m taking a blogging break, everybody! Yup, two months!” I said. “No, I can’t stay – I NEED A BREAK.” And then I returned, and not even a full week has passed. But don’t worry – this is only a small relapse into the […]

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Good Hair at The Ritzy: Part I

The Ritzy Cinema in Brixton has been enjoying some Hollywood star power recently. Last Friday night, it hosted the premiere of Tyler Perry (sigh)’s movie, Why Did I Get Married Too, with the director and one of the stars, Janet Jackson, in attendance. Imagine – a red carpet in Brixton! Anyway, last night I went to the […]

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Kicking Ass, Taking Name(s). And Number.

Woohoo! 110%! Burn baby, BURN! What? Sorry, I can’t hear you over the glorious rush of technicolour endorphins I’m experiencing! I’ve got a shine, and I’m feelin’ fine! I’m well and feelin’ swell! I’m ace and I’ve got a face! That last one didn’t make any sense, but you know what? It doesn’t matter. Because I […]

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In Which My 'Wit' is Rendered Redundant

I was at my hairdresser’s the other week for a retouch appointment. That’s right, I gave in to the relaxer ‘cult’ as a child dammit, and so any longer than nine weeks between treaments and my hair starts to feel insecure. This manifests itself as bad behaviour i.e. disregarding my every request and sitting petulantly in […]

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"Does It Still Look Good?"

I got a weave while I was out in Lagos. I went to Make Me, a fairly swanky salon on Bode Thomas Street, in Surulere. If you don’t know Lagos, particularly in 90s Lagos, which is when we lived there, then that address will mean nothing to you. For many though, it conjures up images of […]

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Mag Hag

I have the unholiest crick in my neck. Why? Because I spent every waking hour (including many of the wee ones) between Friday evening and Sunday afternoon taking out a few hundred braids. I even missed out on going to see the recording of Charlie Brooker’s new show. When I’m rich enough, I will hire […]

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YorubaGirl's Hairy Tales…

I don’t hold much truck with those comedians who do the old “You know the difference between Black and White people?” routines. It’s lazy and most of the time, very unfunny. We’re a collectively complex beast, we humans, but essentially, we’re the same. Ahem. Having said that, I will now step off my morally/intellectually superior […]

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Hair Today…

Black hair, in the manner of male model Hansel, is so hot right now. There’s Chris Rock’s documentary, Good Hair, in which the comedian tackles issues like ‘nappy’ (read coarse and thick) and ‘good’ (read soft coils) hair. Halle Berry will be shaving her head to star in Nappily Ever After, a title which will bewilder many […]

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