Hairdresser Tech!

Wow. You know, I never really realised how hi-tech the entire world has gotten. Now, tech isn’t just used for the sake of tech…it’s used for everything. I mean, of course I knew tech was popular, but I never bothered to extend it to all those things that I grew up doing without tech.

I was cured of this style of thought when I went to the salon yesterday. By the way: I hate salons. Apart from the fact that I don’t like my hair, head and scalp being tortured for the sake of so-called beauty which at the end, I don’t feel is even worth it, my anger is directed at the weaves! Yes, the weaves! Weaves irritate me! It’s fine to do it on white people because it looks like their hair, and half of it came from their kind anyway. But dear black people, WHAT is wrong with wearing your own hair, eh? I want to know. Even if you don’t like your afro, it’s understandable that you want to be able to manage your hair well, so you relax it. But to forgo all of that kraa, and go and put some Brazilian person’s hair on your head…where the heck is your pride? Me sef, I’m planning on going natural ASAP.

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Dude, you just cannot imagine how much my head was bashing at this time!

Right now if you say you are going to go to town and count the number of Ghanaian women who are wearing their own hair alone…the way you will find it easy!

Anyway, before I get back to de matter, one more deviation: There was this fair woman who was doing my mother’s hair. She was light-skinned, and she was rocking some cool sequin-ed blue shirt and skinny jeans (even though she wasn’t skinny, but who cares about that anymore?) and some white net-like jacket thingie over it, and wore glasses with red flames. But it was her hair that caught my attention. It was double-colour, obviously her own hair, because it was natural, shaved in a mohawk. The really short sides were black and the middle was yellow and you would think it looks terrible but it didn’t. I’d just like to say that if that is not swag, what is?

NOW, we can get back to de matter. (open an’ close…)

Hairdresser tech! When the woman who was doing my hair realised that I had some serious hair problems (don’t I always?), she took me into the something-something room (I forgot what she called it) and there sat a computer. I was required to register, with most of my details, and thus create an account for myself. (BTW I’m sorry if I sound bush for being amazed, but in Ghana I have not seen something like this at a hair salon before.) Then there was this device which she took and shone some light from it onto my skull. There on the screen was the part of my scalp the device was on, magnified so I could see actual individual strands of my hair on my scalp and jeez. My dandruff is terrible! Anyway. Once she got the part of the hair she wanted, she captured an image of it.

The computer analysed the image itself, based on the location of the part taken by the image on my hair, and produced a diagnosis. I have dandruff and a receding hairline. But who didn’t know that? The point is, I am amazed that people have actually developed softwares specially for diagnosing hair! Then the computer also came up with suggestions for treatment, based on the image and the diagnosis.

Come on, man, did YOU know such high-tech salons existed? Like.

Okay. I’m done marvelling. Goodbye.

-Ivana.

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One African Man’s Dream

This post was inspired by a book I just read, called The African Agenda. I wasn’t too keen to read it at first because it was big, had a boring cover and didn’t sound like my type of book.

My copy of The African Agenda by Camynta Baezie
My copy of The African Agenda by Camynta Baezie

I was right about that last one. It isn’t the type of book I would normally read, but once I got far enough into it, I was simply engrossed.

Over here, I won’t go into too much detail about how much I love the book, but let me just say that Camynta Baezie is a great writer and I admire his ability to combine may complex sub-plots into one story.

Anyway. The main substance of the book is about a Ghanaian man who came up with the idea of African unification after witnessing some really brutal violent acts. He was a visionary. With the help of some African friends, not all of whom made it to the end of the book, they managed to do something impossible.

It got me thinking. What at all is it that is stopping us Africans from achieving our dreams? Is it the lack of passion? Is it that we just don’t care enough about our dreams? Or is it our selfishness – our desire to build ourselves rather than build our countries or our continents? What is stopping us from thinking for ourselves and taking risks?

We all want to go abroad. But when you go, will you come back? These characters created by Camynta Baezie managed to achieve everything they did with a Ghanaian education, and even a Ghanaian university! None of them went abroad before they had graduated. And even while abroad, their thoughts were still on their country. The main character himself, went to live in the UK directly after his graduation.

Even though some things may be lacking from our education, curiosity and passion alone can make up for it. After all, there are endless ways to get information, the most open being the internet. Then there are people. And there are books.

Why, really should you be wasting your broadband watching stupid videos on Youtube all day long when you can be finding ways to change the world for the better?

Every good idea starts with one man’s dream. Anybody at all can dream, but what would it take to make one African man’s dream come true?

Yours truly,

Ivana.

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Harry Potter…In Twi

Hi, there! Been a while.

This particular piece of nonfa all started when a friend of mine randomly asked what Harry Potter spells would sound like in Twi. I’m sure there was something that led to it, but I just can’t seem to remember what that something was.

Either way, it all led up to a number of speculations and suggestions, and before we knew it, my friends and I were wasting our lives during a free period writing translations of spells on the board.

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The translations that we made on the board of an English classroom (ironic, isn’t it?)

In case this is a a bit difficult to see:

Imperio: y3 nea me ka [do what I say]

Protego: m3nfa wonsa nka me [don’t touch me]

Langlock: m3nkasa [don’t talk]

Incendio: agya [fire]

Crucio: agyei (we really blasted with this one.) [ouch]

Finite Incantum: gyae saa [stop that]

Wingardium Leviosa: s)rek) [get up and go]

Lumos: s) kanea [turn the light on]

Knox: dum kanea [turn the light off]

Alohomora: bie 3pono [open the door]

Accio: bra ha [come here]

Avada Kedavra: m’aku wo. [I have killed you]

And indeed, I hope to have Avada Kedavra’d a lot of people with this insane blog post.

Love,

Ivana. 😉