My first product review

Once again I am super excited to bring you my first product review.  This is the first product that I have discovered and so far it has worked well with my natural look. Aunt Jackie’s Curls a…

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My first product review

Once again I am super excited to bring you my first product review.  This is the first product that I have discovered and so far it has worked well with my natural look.

Aunt Jackie’s Curls and Coilsaunt-jackies


I washed my hair using the Oh so clean moisturising and softening shampoo.  I have not washed with shampoo for a week (I have co-washed mid-week).  I made sure that I was gentle with my hair and did not wash too vigorously.



I deep conditioned with the In Control moisturising and softening conditioner for about an hour.  I covered my head with a plastic bag so that the conditioner could work its magic on my hair.  I was  outside hence the scarf.  I was not going to parade plastic bag on my head for all to see.




I rinsed my hair thoroughly, ending with a cold rinse for extra shine.   Did I mention that I dried my hair with a t-shirt (this comes highly recommended on most blogs I have been reading). The next step was to detangle my hair with the Knot on my watch detangler (I do not like the smell).  I combed my hair in sections with a wide tooth comb making sure not to pull or break as I detangled.  My hair is short so it is still very manageable.





My next step was to style my hair with the Curl la la curl defining custard.


I put quite a bit on my hair (it smells good).  I used my finger to define my coils and yes it works well.  As you can see from the photograph below, my coils were defined and my hair looked healthy and shiny.  It felt and also smelled good.

If only I knew about this product in my teens.  Life would have been so much simpler.

I give Aunt Jackie’s a 5 star rating!  Wish they’d open a shop in SA.


Until next time.

Who am I?

Who am I?
Descendant of a slave, who knows
A child of colour, confused about my place in a society filled with prejudice, hate and blatant racism
The new era, that is post Apartheid, is a lie

Stand up my children
Fight for your right to be you
Fight for your right to be heard

Who am I?
A child born free
Let me be

The Indian Wedding

The meeting

Five years ago, on a cool Autumn evening, I took myself out to dinner.  I thought I would eat out instead of spending a lonely evening at home after I had attended class at the local University of Technology.  At the end of the evening, I walked to my car only to be parked in by the medics whose base was across the way from the restaurant.  As I approached the vehicle, I noticed the medic in the driver’s seat.  Oh and did he notice me.  The next moment, he knocks on my window, tells me if I am single he is interested and leaves me his cellular phone number.  The rest, as they say, is history.


The Indian wedding

After dating for two years, we got engaged.  It was always my future husband’s dream to have a traditional Indian wedding.  I am sure in that dream, he thought he would probably marry an Indian girl.  Shaun was excited; I was nervous and clueless.  I did not know anything about Indian weddings.

My biggest concern was how I was going to pull off wearing a saree, the flowers in my hair, Indian hair jewellery without embarrassing myself.  I enlisted the help of future sisters-in-law, Google, the two Indian ladies at an Eastern outfitters, as well as a drag queen, named Miss Lola Fine, who specialises in Indian weddings.


The hair issue raises its head (no pun intended)

What to do?  What to do?  How am I going to pull this off?  What am I going to do with my hair?  With everything, being a girl of colour, the first thing you wonder is, what you are going to do with your hair in almost every situation.  I have to go out tonight at short notice – what am I going to do with my hair?  I am going swimming with my new beau – what am I going to do with my hair?  I am spending the night at his place – what the hell am I going to do with my hair before he wakes up?

I remember a few years prior, I befriended an Indian family in Johannesburg.  I expressed the desire to wear a saree one day and the insulting response that I received from one of the sons was “a girl with coarse hair wants to wear a saree”.  That stuck with me for a very long time and now I was to be the Indian bride with the coarse hair wearing her saree.  What to do?


The big day

Due to a botched Brazilian blow out, I managed to secure a few free treatments at a very well-known hair salon.  The junior stylist assigned to do my hair,treated and coloured and flat ironed my hair to perfection.  Miss Lola Fine complained that the hair was now too sleek and  hoped that she would be able to style if for the wedding.  Needless to say, she did a sterling job.

I looked like an Indian bride in my red saree yet I felt like a Coloured girl trying to be something she is not.  I was nervous about what everyone thought and whether I looked authentic enough.  I was worried about what the extended family would say when they saw the wedding photographs.  I worried too much and for nothing.


The lesson

The lesson learned during this process and months after the wedding, was that I needed to not worry about what I think others think of me.  I occasionally wear bindi and will wear an Indian outfit when the occasion calls for it.  I do it because I want to, not because it is required.

Everyone has accepted me for who I am and I have started accepting me for who and what I am – an African girl, rocking a curly fro who can be whoever she wants to be.

Until next time xxx

ps. My mother-in-law asked me once why I do not wear my hair curly.  I was quite surprised lol.






The journey

I am proudly Capetonian.  I am proudly South African.  I am proudly African.

I am excited.  I am excited to be writing my first blog post.  I am excited to be sharing my new journey with you.

All my life I have lived with the complex that I was not good enough.  I did well in school.  My parents taught us good values; they dressed us well.  We had all the best toys and we were allowed to do any extra-mural activity we wanted.  I was not too bad at playing the piano and I won a few ballroom competitions.  So now, why would I feel that I was not good enough?

I felt that I was not good enough because I had an inferiority complex about my hair.  I am almost certain that I was not the only young kid with this complex.  In a so-called Coloured community, hair was a big thing.  Straight was better.  Swirl your hair (wrap your hair with a piece of stocking); straighten your hair; relax that thick, dry, unmanageable hair.  As a kid, it was challenging.  You could not just go and swim at the beach during PE, as you would not know what to do with your hair for the rest of the school day.  I always envied those girls with long hair, those with bangs, those whose hair would blow in the wind and those that could wash and go.

Mum and my aunts would always say that I had such nice hair.  What happened?

Fast forward to 2016

This year, I started doing research on various sites regarding natural hair.  I was amazed at the amount of information available and realised that there was a natural hair movement that many of us are unaware of.  I stopped relaxing my hair about two years ago, but when in became difficult to manage, I started using chemical straighteners to make it more manageable.  I washed my hair a lot, as I started running and damaged my hair even further by flat ironing when my hair was already very dry.

The thought of chopping off all my hair, had crossed my mind on numerous occasions.  I knew that when my natural hair starting growing, it appeared curly underneath all the chemically straightened hair.  The scary part was how I was going to manage with very short hair.

By some miracle, I discovered a product called Aunt Jackie’s which I thought I would try.  It seemed that it was not readily available in Cape Town until I was referred to a wholesaler who stocks a wide range of hair products for ethnic hair.  I first tried it on my hair as it was.  It looked pretty (to me at least).  The problem was that I had major breakage at the back of my head which bothered me.  I had curls and shiny hair but it felt like a big gaping hole at the back of my head.  A week into using Aunt Jackie’s, I decided on the big chop.  I was confident that I could manage.

I popped in at a small salon for a dry cut which was inexpensive.  I was going to try to do it myself but I was afraid of doing a bad job.  I was relieved that the stylist was into natural hair and that she did not try to convince me to relax or straighten instead of cutting it.  Normally the stylist would try to convince me to relax or Brazilian my hair.  I was scared but convinced myself that a cut was the right thing to do.  I am sure my husband was already wondering why I was so late.  He is Indian so he does not quite understand my hair type and the challenges that I have with my hair.  He agrees and supports me in everything I do (which is a bit scary sometimes as he will not honestly say if a haircut does not suit me).  He was not too shocked when I arrived home from work with very short hair.

It is the best thing that I could have done for myself.  I feel a sense of freedom and I feel liberated.  I am finally okay with my own hair and have set my goal to love and nurture it and with my experience, encourage others to follow.

Until next time.