Monday, 8 December 2014
Triumph!
Some of you have heard my...concerns (yes, let's call them that), about Google's seeming quest for world domination. Well, at the very least, to have at least one tentacle in every area of every person's life. I've ranted online and offline about this. So, I was not surprised, in the least, when I became annoyed on learning that a contact had added me to a Google Plus group. I calmly, but immediately, requested I be removed from the G+ group. I cited my long-held privacy concerns and my reservations about Google+.
Now, I use Google for email, blog and smartphone. I've told myself that I'm probably inextricably linked to Google+ in some hidden way, anyway. Although I use these Google gadgets and apps, I would like to think that I have not completely relinquished all say in the extent to which I've given them access to my data. I relish the idea (however flawed) that I have some control over the extent of my connection with them. Of course, I am careful about the information I provide online, but, most times I imagine them connecting the dots between phone settings/preferences and my contacts; between the pics I take and post - even though I've turned off location - and the appointments in my calendar. It's all connected. I'm sure.
So, why was I annoyed about being added? First, because it was without my permission. Second, it was one of the very tentacles I've tried avoiding, only to be thrown in its grasp without having a say. Like the other day after updating the OS to Lollipop and they replaced the Gallery with Photos - which requires joining G+. The horror! I downloaded another app: Piktures. #TheGooglePlusStaredownContinues.
Anyway, I asked to be removed from the list, and I was. I was also informed that I'd be missing out on group emails, as that would now be the chosen way to communicate with the group. I was okay with that.
Okay, that is, until I learned a few months after that there had been a reception for the group - a group of volunteers - and, believe it or not, I had not got wind of it! (Where's the sarcasm font on this thing?) Silly wabbit. I was of the impression that the recognition and appreciation of volunteers would spur the organizers to seek us out - all emails were still available - to shower us with love and appreciation. Then I reminded myself that that was something I would have done. And, a few other people I know would have done that, too. But, alas, I had not made it easy for them to reach me, having sought and received removal from the G+ list.
Months came and went. I enquired about upcoming volunteering opportunities. I was reminded that I had requested removal from the list (in case I'd forgotten, I s'pose) but was also told I could send an email to find out whether extra help was needed on any given weekend. I agreed to that.
Finally, I had a free weekend - no fighting a cold; no entertaining out-of-towners, etc. - and I considered sending an email. Gotta say, I thought long and hard. I had reservations about doing it. But, I had no excuse to opt out that weekend. In my mind, I imagined they must've decided to teach me a lesson - our way with G+ or else! Also, what if I volunteered and they sent back to say they were already full - because people from "the list" (that stupid list, again!) had already signed up. And, if so, would I have to relent and join the (stupid) list?!
Of course, that's what your mind does. All sorts of negative thoughts, or, as Desiderata calls them, "dark imaginings" take over if you let 'em. Coupled with those "what ifs" was the chiding I gave myself. Was I volunteering to be recognized and shown appreciation, or was I volunteering out of a heart to serve? Welllllll, on that note, I was properly admonished. I sent the email.
Imagine my pleasant surprise when I received a quick reply that "that would be GREAT" and "thank you SO MUCH." I was like, whoaah! Guess they need the help. But, what was more, was that I felt this amazing sense of triumph! I felt like I'd pushed the devil off one shoulder, and gave a high-five to the angel on the other!
The volunteers who worked the shift before mine were overjoyed when I got there. They were royally pooped! I immediately got to work in preparing what needed to be prepared. As promised, I checked back in sometime after and helped another volunteer with cleaning up.
There's no denying it. Sometimes the right thing to do isn't always the easiest (or most comfortable) thing to do. But, it pays off. And, when it comes to giving, as that little girl had said after giving out toys for Christmas, "It gives you a warm feeling in your tummy!"
Claudia
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Friday, 28 November 2014
Two Feelings - They Don't Mix
This past summer, sis and I were with our then 5yo niece as we headed to my home for a Girls' Night. Pulling her lil carry-on beside us, I noticed she didn't seem her usually excited self. I asked her what was up.
"I'm happy and I'm sad," she said.
"Oh. So, mixed feelings?" I asked.
"No. Two feelings," she replied in a beat.
Sis later made a joke about that moment, saying Kiki was very clear about her feelings; that "they don't mix." Lol!
I thought of that moment sometime earlier this week. It came to mind shortly after the Grand Jury's decision on whether to indict Officer Darren Wilson was announced. Wilson was not (even) indicted for the August 9, 2014 killing of Michael Brown.
Much has been written about this, including: how the prosecutor's statement sounded more like a defence of the officer; the theories behind waiting until late evening to make the announcement, and so on. A quick Google search will reveal tonnes of articles.
My two cents' on it is about my two feelings - unmixed - that came after the announcements and the protests.
There will always be racism, as long as people exist.
We should not give up advocating for respect and justice for Blacks. Black Lives Matter - as the recent online and offline campaigns remind. Yes. Strides are being made.
Black people in America are hurting like crazy; it's like a wound that doesn't heal. I've said it in another space (in writings of yesteryear) and I might write about it some other time in this space. I am sensitive to the racial tension that exists in the USA. But, it is not my lived experience. My experience, growing up in Jamaica, has entailed run-ins with colourism. But, more anon.
On the first point, I believe people have their biases and prejudices. Generations to come will have biases and prejudices. There is something inherent in some human beings that, for some reason, makes them believe they are better than others in some way. It may concern race; complexion; social status; money... And, people don't change. I've heard my dad with this Jamaican saying: What born inna kid, dead inna goat. Another 50 years from this, there will still be run-ins between Black people and white officers in America. There will always be that officer. Laws, policies, protocols, etc., hopefully, may allow for greater accountability and for justice to be done - and to be seen to be done. I saw a picture on Twitter shortly after the shooting occurred in Ferguson in August. (Pardon the language, btw.) For me, it sums up the feeling of frustration and yet, an acknowledgement, that the fight doesn't end, only the fighters change.
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And that's where the second feeling comes in. The fight, the advocacy, the campaigns and awareness-raising must continue. Because they do make a difference. Blacks - and the general consciousness of racial injustices - have come a long way since the 1960s. I wrote a piece along those lines during my early days on this blog, shortly after the announcement of President Obama's first win. A cursory glance would reveal that much has changed since the '60s - for the better. And, 50 years from this, much will have changed - for the better.
In a real sense, it is a realization of that truism: The more things change, the more they remain the same.
Claudia
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Tuesday, 18 November 2014
Freak Out...Then Figure It Out
About a year or so ago, a sis and I were having a conversation about a new opportunity. It was not a hand-in-glove fit, but that did not make it any less desirable. My advice was to say yes. After all, strengths, transferable skills, and experience would help her be good at it in no time. I shared with her my approach:
- Say yes to the opportunity.
- Freak out about how daunting it looks.
- Figure out how to do the task.
Funny, but, some months after the conversation with sis, I saw a quote by Richard Branson making the rounds on social media. It was, essentially, the same message. Given that I had shared my approach with sis long before I got wind of his quote, I have no reservations about expounding on what I shared with her here.
I'm not shy when it comes to networking, nor about letting the right people know I'm on the lookout for something new. There have been people who've given me a heads-up about new opportunities, simply because I was top of mind when the news landed on their desk - because they knew I had an interest. Additionally, along the way, I've participated in mentorship programs - as mentor and mentee. In these professional relationships, the terms of engagement are made clear at the outset. Whatever they may be, as a mentee, I never lose sight of one thing: I have a responsibility to honour the time and effort my mentor puts in. It may come in the form of making time in a busy schedule to have a chat over coffee/hot chocolate. Or, it may be in the form of helping me make connections. So, even if I feel under the weather when that email comes in - "I got you 20 minutes with so-and-so. Schedule something with her Admin." - my immediate response is stteo: "Great! Thank you! I'm on it!" And, I get on it. Right away. I can always climb out from under the weather later. I respect my time, too. So, I have to ensure my preparation (research pre-meeting) and execution time is not wasted.
There have been lessons along my career path. For sure. I remember there was a time when I used to allow awful co-workers or bosses to ruffle my feathers. But, I later learned a precious gem from a manager who was as frank as she was brilliant. "Claudia," she said, "I just tell myself I'm not taking them home with me." That became a mantra for me. Since then, co-workers and I live happily ever after. Well, not exactly. But, close enough. :-) So, lessons, yes. But strides and triumphs have been far more and far greater. My journey has been blessed.
In a nutshell, this is how I've been moving along the path:
- Pray.
- Seek a new opportunity. (This includes networking.)
- Give thanks for closed doors. (There's something to learn from every interview.)
- Be ready for open doors. (Can't pray for rain then leave your umbrella - ella - ella...) :-)
- Accept the challenge.
- Freak out! (If need be. Even phone a friend and share the adrenaline.)
- Work hard and figure it out.
- Excel.
- Give thanks.
One of my favourite Monk lines is from Mr. Monk Meets His Dad. He was trying to convince his dad that his boss was "The guy." His father wasn't buying it. Monk looked him in the eye and asserted that he's a detective. "It's my job, and I'm good at it."
Love that.
Claudia
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Saturday, 8 November 2014
Some Writing Should Not Be Read
Some writing should not be read. That's a pretty forward statement for a writer to make. It is also a conclusion that comes weighted with much thought and second guesses. For, after all, aren't all writers on a journey? Each travelling a path which, although similar in some ways, is very different in others? The struggle is similar; the struggle is subjective; the struggle is real.
Given the uniqueness of the journey, and the fact that each of us faces the next step for the first time, our readers understand that we are prone to errors. We don't always strike the right note. And, if it's one thing that every writer comes to find out, it is this: Words are powerful beings. They take on a life of their own. They cut; they heal; they hurt; they mend; they build; they destroy. And when you think you're finally over them, a familiar scent can bring memories of words spoken - and how - rushing back, unheralded and unhindered. There will be blood. Yes, things will sometimes get real messy up in here.
But, while we understand the limitations and ramifications of words uttered and media used, we do not have to subject ourselves to crap. And I'm not talking about the saying, "Bad writing is contagious." I don't know about you, but I have to be careful about what I take into my system.Things have a way of...lingering, for better or for worse. So, if I simply get wind that a piece of writing is crap (not crappy - I trust you to infer the difference), I stay away from it.
To me, writing that puts some persons up only by putting others down; that makes a person question their value and self-worth and feel they're sorely lacking; that reinforces the notion that one group is better than another, is not the kind of writing that should be fed upon. It gets into the psyche and...and does things - ugly things. Quite simply, it may leave someone feeling that they are not good enough; that the quality of life they heretofore enjoyed is, all of a sudden, not up to par. I've written before about people making different choices and doing what makes them happy - Squeezing Life Out of Life. What they do and how they define success and perfection will very often not be the same as someone else's. One of my grandmothers used to say, "Everybody pot nuh boil at the same time." We will not all get what we desire at the same time. As a matter of fact, given our differences as...oooh, I dunno, human beings? We do not all have the same ingredients cooking in our pots. And, to boot, it bears recalling that tastes do differ. Imagine yourself coming to my house and telling me that the delicious spread I've spent all day preparing is not...'ow you saaay? (French accent) ideal, because it does not resemble my neighbour's? The struggle is real for everybody. And, if the struggle is subjective, then, so too, is the definition of success.
What really saddens me is there are those with much influence - well, if you can call it that, in a small pond where the little fish thinks he's a shark - who are looked upon as thought leaders. (A moment of silence as we let that sink in.) It is neither fair, nor right, for young minds to be subjected to, and shaped by, writers and spewers of ideas who translate and transfer their insecurities into words on a page to be consumed as truth by the malleable. Ideas that feed divisiveness; that drive a wedge between haves and have-nots; that cause young minds and hearts to feel they've failed even before they've begun, and slap the cheeks of unsung heroes, are unwelcome 'round these parts.
When it comes right down to it, are we too busy brown-nosing, or trying to be validated by someone, or serving the Kingdom of Me - population One? Or are we performing the random acts of kindness, or helping someone who can't repay us, or hugging a child, or stopping to smell the roses...? You know, like gems we love to post in our Social Media fiefdoms.
Sigh. We don't always get it right. But, I really believe it is important to try to make a positive difference. Like that quote by Woodrow Wilson says, "We are not here merely to make a living, but to enrich the world with a finer spirit of hope and achievement and we impoverish ourselves if we forget the errand."
Claudia
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Tuesday, 28 October 2014
*Side-Eye Jamaica*
Res Ipsa Loquitur: The thing speaks for itself.
David Cameron
was plunged into a double crisis on Saturday after one of his ministers
resigned over a sex scandal and another MP defected to Ukip.
On the eve of
the Conservative Party’s final conference before next year’s election, Brooks
Newmark quit as Minister for Civil Society after he was caught sending an
explicit photograph of himself over the internet.
Sources told The
Telegraph that Mr Newmark had sent the pictures to someone he believed was a
woman using a social networking website, as part of a tabloid newspaper sting
operation.
In a statement,
Mr Newmark said: "I have decided to resign as Minister for Civil Society
having been notified of a story to be published in a Sunday newspaper.
“I would like to
appeal for the privacy of my family to be respected at this time. I remain a
loyal supporter of this Government as its long term economic plan continues to
deliver for the British people."
The married
father of five, added that he was "so sorry”, after the scandal came to
light.
Chiu had
repeatedly offered to step down after the tainted oil case surfaced last month,
and his resignation was finally approved by Premier Jiang Yi-huah late Friday
(Oct 3), a cabinet statement said. He is the third minister to have stepped
down in recent months. Economic affairs minister Chang Chia-juch resigned over
fatal gas blasts in August, while education minister Chiang Wei-ling quit in
July after he was implicated in an academic scandal.
Chiu's resignation came as prosecutors on Friday
indicted Yeh Wen-hsiang, chairman of Chang Guann Co., on 235 accounts of fraud
and food safety violations for selling hundreds of tonnes of "gutter
oil" to food companies, bakeries and restaurants. Three people, including
the manager of an unlicensed factory that supplied the firm, were indicted for
the same offences while four others were charged with violating waste disposal
law, prosecutors said.
South Korea's prime minister announced his resignation
Sunday morning, taking responsibility for the slow initial reaction to a
ferry's sinking that has left nearly 200 dead and scores more still missing.
Prime Minister
Chung Hong-won explained his decision on national television. He apologized
"on behalf of the government for the many problems that arose during the
first response and the subsequent rescue operation," in addition to
"problems that existed before the accident."
"During the
search process, the government took inadequate measures and disappointed the
public," Chung said. "I should take responsibility for everything as
the prime minister, but the government can assume no more. So I will resign as
prime minister."
Chung urged
South Koreans to stand united, rather than divided.
"This is
not the time for blaming each other but for finishing the rescue operation and
dealing with the accident," he said. "In order to get over these
difficult times, I ask the citizens for help."
Chung becomes the
highest-profile public figure to fall after the April 16 capsizing of the Sewol
ferry that carried more than 300 South Korean high school students. Many in the
country have lambasted the government's response to the disaster.
The Forest of Dean MP
made the decision after being told the cleaner for his London
flat did not have indefinite leave to remain in the UK .
He admitted he
"should have checked more thoroughly" that the documents provided to
him when he took her on in 2007 were genuine - a copy of her passport and a
Home Office letter which said she was allowed to stay.
Mr Harper
decided against checking her status twice after that - when he was appointed a
Cabinet Office minister in 2010 and after being named immigration minister two
years ago.
The former
minister said he thought it was "prudent" to check her status again
last year as the Immigration Bill was going through Parliament.
The legislation
doubles the fines for employers who take on illegal immigrants without proper
checks.
Prime Minister
Daniel Ona Ondo "acknowledges the resignation of the Minister of Education
and Technical Education, Leon Nzouba," said government spokeswoman Denise
Mekamne.
Nzouba is the
first Gabonese minister to step down from office in almost 20 years.
He was heavily
criticised for his handling of a dispute involving 900 students who were deemed
to have failed their high-school exams but who challenged their grades.
The students
claim to have been penalised by recent reforms meaning their marks obtained
during previous years no longer count towards the final exam result.
Nzouba initially
awarded the students with the qualification following protests, before changing
his mind.
The former
minister was pictured in August on his knees in front of protesting students,
an image that made the rounds on social media and sparked public ridicule for
Nzouba.
Latvian Prime
Minister Valdis Dombrovskis abruptly resigned Wednesday, saying he was taking
“political responsibility” for a supermarket collapse that killed more than 50
people last week and caused outrage in the small Baltic nation.
Dombrovskis, who
took office at the height of the European economic crisis in 2009, told
reporters that the country needs a new, broad-based government that will have
the support of Parliament.
"I wish to
thank Latvia 's
society for support during the trying period when the country was battling the
economic and financial crisis to return to the path of growth,” Dombrovskis was quoted
as saying by the Latvian news agency LETA. “I also apologize for all
that we have failed to achieve."
At least 54
people, including three firefighters, were killed and dozens injured in the
Nov. 21 collapse at a Maxima supermarket in the Zolitude neighborhood
of the capital, Riga .
First, part of the roof caved in, then a wall came crashing down as rescue
teams worked at the scene.
According to
local news reports, it was the largest loss of life since Latvia declared independence from the Soviet Union in 1991.
Three ministers
from the autonomous Greenland of Denmark resigned on Wednesday amid a
misconduct scandal surrounding the island's government leader, Prime Minister
Aleqa Hammond.
The Industry and
Mineral Resources Minister Jens-Erik Kirkegaard and the Education and Culture
Minister Nick Nielsen, both from Hammond 's
social democratic Siumut party, announced their resignations while the prime
minister is investigated for allegedly misusing 106,363 kroner of public funds
for private use.
The liberal
Atassut party, without which the government lacks a parliamentary majority,
said it would also leave the coalition and called for fresh elections.
The party's
health and infrastructure minister, Steen Lynge, announced his resignation
earlier on Wednesday.
A report from
the Greenlandic parliament's audit committee on Friday said the prime minister
had used public fund to pay for airline tickets for herself and hotel costs for
her family.
The socialist
deputy was only appointed less than a fortnight ago in a reshuffle after a
revolt over austerity measures threw the French government into crisis.
A government
source told AFP that he stepped down after admitting he had a "problem
about the declaration of his taxes... he has not resigned because of any
political disagreement".
The resignation
has uncomfortable echoes of the so-called Cahuzac affair, when Hollande's budget minister Jérôme
Cahuzac was sacked in March 2013 after he was accused of evading tax using
non-declared Swiss bank accounts.
Mr Jero Wacik
resigned as minister for energy and natural mineral resources after officials
accused him of raking in almost 10 billion rupiah (S$1.1 million) for his
ministry's budget through illegal means.
Corruption
Eradication Commission (KPK) officials named Mr Wacik a suspect on Wednesday,
saying he had collected kickbacks and claimed money for arranging fictitious
meetings. They accused him of extorting state funds and abuse of power.
"The letter
of resignation was received by the President this morning. Perhaps he will
appoint someone to fill in as an interim energy minister," presidential
spokesman Julian Aldrin Pasha told reporters. Mr Wacik has neither admitted nor
denied the accusations, saying only that he would respect the legal process.
Haderthauer, a
Christian Social Union (CSU) state minister, is under investigation after a
business partner accused her of cheating him out of tens of thousands of euros
and has been facing down calls to resign for weeks.
Although the
case didn't oblige her to resign, she said at a hastily-called press conference
in Munich “that
my office and the political themes that go with it would be totally overwhelmed
after my experience with all the public press coverage in recent weeks”.
Haderthauer and
her husband Hubert were partners with Frenchman Roger Ponton in Sapor Model
Engineering. The company sold model cars built in prison by criminals under
treatment by psychiatrists, including a man, Roland S., convicted of three sex
murders.
Just a week
after NSW Premier Kristina Keneally put her MPs on notice about bad behaviour,
Ports and Waterways Minister Paul McLeay has resigned over a sex and gambling
internet scandal.
Mr McLeay was
forced to quit the frontbench on Wednesday after admitting to using a
parliamentary computer to access gambling and adult websites - making him the
fourth Keneally minister to leave cabinet this year.
"Some people may
choose to undertake similar activities in their personal lives, but I cannot
condone the use of parliamentary resources by a minister in this way." - Keneally
In an
uncomfortable, 11-minute media conference outside Parliament House, the married
father of two admitted being humiliated and embarrassed by the revelations.
He apologised to
his colleagues for further denting their chances at the March 2011 state
election, saying his behaviour was not of the standard expected of cabinet
ministers.
Breton was
already in hot water over his alleged intimidation of government employees. But
on Wednesday it came to light that he had $8,000 in unpaid rent, had been
convicted of employment insurance cheating and had speeding violations, one
which saw him clocked at 275 km.hr.
Some of Breton’s
infractions dated back 25 years, but whether they should factor into how he’d
perform now as a cabinet minister has become academic. Breton has resigned from
cabinet.
Given that
resignation, the fact the Charbonneau inquiry was able to learn this week just
how many politicians were having lunch with how many construction bosses at
Club 357 and the fact nobody can do anything without its being tweeted seconds
afterward, a question needs to be asked:
Are we in the
process of witnessing a transformation of the political landscape? One where
the theory of being a model of virtue and probity is now being brutally turned
into practice?
Simply put, are
we witnessing a raising of the bar for political conduct? And if so, how can
the political establishment react?
Yes, I'm looking at you, Jamaica.
Claudia
Saturday, 18 October 2014
Think of This As Practice
Today is Kiki's birthday. She's now Six. We rolled into the day on the back of a Girls' Night. Now, our day started at six o' clock. As in, one hour after five o' clock. On a Saturday. Morning.
We read. We talked. We made room for her animated two-year-old brother. Sis and I entertained.
Then, out of nowhere, Kiki advised, "This is what happens when you get married and have children! Mmhm. Like what's happening with your nephew." As sis and I cracked up, she continued, "You can think of this as practice!"
Lol! This child.
Claudia
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Wednesday, 8 October 2014
Hair's The Thing
I recently discovered - in a Christine Columbus kind of way - a new hair product. As with all things new that I "discover" and try and realize it's worth sharing, I shared it. I still use it, but, not as much as I did when I first started. The reason is a simple one: I like to wear my hair in many different ways. Ease of flexibility is one of the reasons I've never done the sister locks/dreads thing.
There is a certain satisfaction for me in being able to do all sorts of things with my hair: afro, chiney-bump, cane-row, pony-tail, press and hot-curl, press and pony-tail... You catch my drift. Little did I know at the time of my purchase and new interest in this product, that, as one of my sis mentioned, "It's a whole natural-hair industry out there!" I think my reply was along the lines of: "I don't want to be a part of an industry! I just want to not go "Ow! Ow!" when I comb my hair!"
My mom (one of my earliest hairdressers) had cut my hair when I was about 16-yo. You see, it had gone through the relaxing process and, true to stressing-about-exams form (at least, that was the governing theory), much of it had started breaking. So, she did what had to be done. I sported a low 'fro for much of my Lower Six year at Wolmer's Girls. On a recent trip to Jamaica, I came across a photo I had taken with Isabel, an exchange student from Spain. We were enjoying a hearty laugh, but, I could not have looked more boyish if I'd actually tried. Very low-cut hair, small boobs... The more things change. Oh! I digress.
Years later, on the last lap of reading for my degree in English at the UWI, I had to cut it low - again. Same reason: exam stress. My story. Sticking to it. Those days saw me in more chiney-bumps than the average bear. I had someone do it in twists for the graduation picture at the assigned studio. (I did not attend the graduation.) During the two years of doing the MA in Communication (without the 's') at SUNY, I wore my hair in a variety of the ways mentioned earlier. After graduation (I did attend), I relaxed it again. The Rochester, NY weather did take its toll, but not as much as an exam stress would have, I imagine.
Some time after moving to Canada, I decided to give it a break from the relaxing. These temps don't play! Plus, there had been the stressful period of unemployment shortly after relocating. Take my word for it. That is a horse of a different pigmentation altogether. So, first I tried weaving in hair. You know, where it's sewn in? Worst. Mistake. Ever! As in, ever! I had never done that before, and that was the first and the last time. As the hairdresser took out the weave bit by bit, my resolution grew firmer and firmer. That thing was nothing short of damaging to my hair. It was a tad traumatic for someone who was severely lacking in adventures of the hair kind - never bleached it; never coloured it... Anyway, moving right along.
On a subsequent visit to Jamaica, I had a talk with my hairdresser. She cut it and did the short twists. In a few months, it had grown so fast - beyond even her expectations. I've kept it unprocessed and I do like it. This is no hurry-come-up decision. It was, as before, borne out of necessity. But it has...grown on me. Badam tsss! :D Here's the thing (Monk voice), I honestly don't think I could manage the "black women's hair industry" thing. For a moment I did consider selling the product, but, I...I talked myself out of it. I hear lingo describing hair types and all I can think of is that I give my hair 5/5 Ows! I am thankful, however, that the variety of styles I wear, (see above) I can do myself. Saves me quite a bit. Plus, they all suit my face. I have that kinda face. Lol! That reminds me of a scene in a Monk episode - Mr. Monk Goes to the Theater - where he joined the line-up for the speed dating. One of the women says to him: "I like your eyes." Monk goes: "Well, thank you. They came with the face." Hahahahaha!!! Ahhh #ILoveMonk.
Anyway, it did still hard fi comb! Another one of my sis told me about the Curl Enhancing Gelly product. After the second or third time trying to convince me (I was sure it wouldn't work on my 5-Ow! hair) we placed an order. In the comments section: Please hurry. Hair emergency. And, hurry they did! I'm happy with the purchase and would definitely recommend it to anyone wanting to try for soft twists that last a while. Funny. This came to mind.
Now, to colour it red!
Claudia
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