If You Want to Watch I'll Give You a Show

Ignore the students in the background. I'm in the library, and so is everyone else on campus--its finals time. I inserted the pic above to highlight my outfit, well my shirt at least. Clothing is one of the few immutable things that I brought back from my experience in Ghana. If anyone is reading this, and you actually know me, you're keenly aware of my daily mantra in regards to clothing: comfort over style. I don't care how nice it looks if its painful to wear, or takes too long to put together, chances are you won't see me in it. Today was a special day for me. Not for any particular reason, notwithstanding the end of the semester, but because I was in a mood to dress up. Yes this is me dressing up. I even tried to fashion my coif in a Janelle Monae like updo. I tried. Anyway the bright green shirt you see is paired with an even brighter pair of slacks. While walking around campus I had to remind myself why other students were staring at me. If I had any apprehension about wearing African attire on a Western campus, the reminder that people would stare just as much if not more if I was actually in Africa. I recall the time I wore my fro out on University of Ghana's campus. Between all of the gawking and pointing I questioned whether or not I was in Africa. It was amusing and disheartening to say the least. No matter where you are, people tend to question your desire for self-expression.  I feel confident in my "Afrikan-wear" but I have to admit, that I don't really enjoy much of the attention. Its a beautiful day out and there are more important things to think about other than clothing. Like growing in my relationship with God. I've been slacking. No need for pretensions here.

Alive
Akos

Loc it up!

Ok, I have a secret obsession with loc'd hair. I'm absolutely enamored with it! Notwithstanding this affinity, I don't actually want to loc my hair, for fear that once I do I won't be able to take them out. I mean the name does say it all, once you loc up you throw away the key. The only thing that vaguely resembles one are scissors and a pair of clippers. And I'm just not feeling that right now. Though I do fantasize about fading it up too. I think I'll do that once I reach my waist length hair goal. Anyway, I digress, in the meantime I'll assuage my longing to channel my inner Bob by styling my twists in styles typically marketed for loc'd hair. Today was my first official effort.  The style isn't the best but I tried. The view is better in the front, as opposed to the sides. I wish I had a scarf to cover the back, lol. I'm not doing anything else to it for 3 days, until I moisturize and restyle. I need a break from this hair!! 

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