Don't mind my hair, please.
An old blog post. My name is Oluwaseyi Ige. I’m unrepentantly Nigerian. I’m a broadcaster, author, publisher and media consultant. The other day at the office a colleague walked up to me. It’s a scene that has played out several times. ‘This your hair, why don’t you cut it?’ she said, with a matronly look straddling her face. She was saying it for the umpteenth time! (Now, I’ve been wearing my hair that way since 2005. I trim it quarterly. I love it lusciously ‘bushy’.) ‘Really?’ I said, sounding as mischievous as possible. I enjoy the look on their faces when I give my reply. ‘If I’m your wife, I would have cut it while you were sleeping’. She said. ‘No, she won’t. She’s used to it already, and she understands’, I replied. I wanted to be diplomatic, you know, take it like a good sport. Within me though, I wanted to give her a very tiny piece of the angry part of my mind. Really, I would have told her: ‘how is my hair any business of yours? Maybe that’s why...