What of the hair

Ron's hair delays United's title party
London

Manchester United's title celebrations were put on hold while Christiano Ronaldo did his hair.
The winger preened himself in the dressing room as his team-mates itched to collect the premiership trophy on Sunday.
An Old Trafford source said: "Ronny was more concerned with the state of his hair".
"He was in front of the mirror, as usual, taking an age to slick back his hair…………"

The London based piece on page 39 of The New Vision of May 16, importunately dragged my aged thoughts about to this page. To ask, why do some mortals, mainly my sex, allocate some undeserved time and dime on their mental strands?
Don't ladies especially have other body parts they can attend more to other than their hair?

"When my neighbor saw my hair extensions, she looked with mouth dropping envy, thinking it was my natural hair. The vice that came to be printed on her face erased only after she had launched a thorough search from 'hair' to scalp to confirm that her fear might be a shouldn'- have- been, after all" professed Maggie one day.

Why Maggie was concerned about her neighbor's supposed fear is pretty obvious. She (Maggie) is also among the many ladies who treasure their hair more than you ever can imagine reasonable.
She daftly says "ladies become more pretty with long and treated hair than otherwise". Oh! So the kazibwe's, Winnie's, and other iron ladies in Uganda with short, kempt hair, and undeniably smart indented foreheads are village women, tough (this is true) and mean, you have said. And hey! Why did lady number one of the country skip your mind? Are you silently presupposing she is mean too?

Just when I was about to join the University some years back, a cousin said I wouldn't fit in the ladies 'transformed' strata because of my untreated hair. To her, treating the hair makes a lady mature, a sign of being trendy, and removes the 'rural ness' above all, in a gal.

True to her statement, beliefs and imaginations, more than half the gals I saw on campus had treated hair. Still, majority of the few who joined the institution with virgin hair, found themselves jumping on the hair treating truck, the scribe didn't survive the nonsense either. The few who joined and finished with their hair's natural conditions undisturbed were branded tough, local (prone to village ways), and mean among others.

To hear a lady query in confirmation any other woman near her at that time if the other's hair is artificially extended or not, is customary. And, the questions are at all times rhetorical. When will mine be as long too? What such expensive hair nourishment could she be using?

The last question sings in the minds of the concerned for sometime, but is at last let out. What hair food do you use is always the common question. The right answers are not only doubted, but rubbished also as untrue and mean.
Just what makes ladies think that long hair adds to their 'beauty' still evades my logic.

The Portuguese football titan of the year, dedicating more time to arrange tiny black bits of him, than lifting the trophy that he greatly contributed to winning startled me even more. I would rather men leave the practice of keeping their mirrors busy for the ladies.

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