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The African Jiggly

I know I have been MIA for the past week, but I’m back to blogging
And I got my hair did.
Yep I did. 
The transformation to completely natural hair has been started. Excited? Yes I am. My new look? Micro braids.
The comments I have been getting are quite something. I walk in to work. “Did you put extensions in?” Then I try to explain the concept of micro braids. “Really….Can I touch them?”  “That’s not real human hair is it?” is by far the most laughable comment. The most common? “How long did it take?”
 
Four and a half hours. Yes, by the end my neck was stiff and my butt was sore. But ladies, you know as well as I do the price we pay to make ourselves look good.  The sacrifice is necessary and well worth it. 
Four and half hours. Yes, I took my son with me. 
Yeah I am crazy, but I lately I have been feeling I only get to see him when he is a sleep, so I wanted to be with Darren as much as possible on my day off. 
I am glad I did.
The African ladies doing my hair didn’t mind at all. Darren being his usual self turned on the charm and played nicely in my lap on and off for about an hour and a half. 
Then he was done.
Pooped out. Ready for a nap. 
No biggy right? I’ll just rock him in my lap. 
Nope. Not having that. 
Let me explain first about Darren and his naps. One, he is not a napper. This kid will go a hundred miles per hour for the whole day with maybe two twenty minute naps. Two, this kid will not fall asleep if there is tons of commotion around him. So being in a small room with three other people he’d never seen before, it was a recipe for disaster. Plus, these people where women? Forget it; I had already prepared myself for this. I was willing to let him exhaust every ounce of his energy before I forced him to take a nap.
But African ladies are a force to be reckoned with. 
They have tricks up their sleeves from the homeland that I wish I could do.
After being passed around the room to be rocked in the unoccupied hands, he was still fighting sleep. 
Finally one of the ladies asks.
“Do you mind if I put him on my back?”
“Seriously?” I ask. Yes, I asked. Just to double check I am not being taken for a ride.
“Yes, this is how we do it in my country.”
Do I mind? No ma’am I do not mind at all. Actually I am extremely intrigued. 
I watch as she gets a long African sari and they lay Darren piggy-back like on her back, then settle his legs on either side of her waist. The sari is around him like a blanket and the ends are tucked in at her chest and waist. 
Darren is laughing.
Then she starts doing a little jiggle.
Ten minutes later my boy is out like a light, his head bobbing gently to the jiggling.
I am amazed. 
I mention so to them. “I need to learn how to do that.”
“You have someone help you do it the first time.” They laugh. 
It’s true. I will need help, but baby number two (when he/she comes) will definitely be well acquainted with my African jiggly. Just to make sure I am going to practice with Darren now.


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2 comments on “The African Jiggly

  1. TheSweetOne
    November 25, 2010

    The picture this post draws for me brings tears to my eyes – your little guy contentedly asleep in the loving papoose of a talented caring woman. Amazing.

  2. Mika
    November 27, 2010

    Love your blog! I'm following from the blog hop. I'd love a follow back at http://www.mikaspantry.blogspot.comThanks! Mika

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This entry was posted on November 25, 2010 by in African, babies, ethnic parenting, good hair, jiggly, napping.
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