SO, you are feeling on top of the world, patting yourself on the back for being one of the few women who rock the brush cut and still look amazing. You tell yourself with that lipstick, earrings and accessories, summer will be a breeze!

What, with being able to wash your hair any time and free from the itch of the weave – you smile, look at yourself in the mirror say to the looker in the mirror ‘damn you are hot!’ You walk into the office the next day and everyone says you look great and younger and muse on how beautiful you are in that hairstyle.  Even the office slay queen tells you how lucky you are to pull it off!

Fast forward a few days later, the significant other who was away on business shows up and looks at you like he is about to run away and exclaims “you look like one of your brothers in make-up!”

Suddenly, you feel like the biblical pig with pearls. The self-esteem flies out as if it never told you you’re hot. A quick phone call to your trusted hairdresser and she can hook you up with a good wig. With more than half the month to pay day, you negotiate to pay later and she readily agrees.

It’s Saturday afternoon and you are feeling great, take a pouty selfie with the new-found hair and click to ‘MyHeart.’ The response five minutes later is “let’s not make things worse, I think the brush cut is a better devil!”

For women, there is that one VVIP, His Eminence, my fellow twimbo Miss Cailah calls him ‘Honourable’, whose opinion matters above everyone’s. Even if 50.8% of Zimbabwe’s population says it is the best hairstyle there is, if Mr Honourable thinks it’s not cutting it, the hairstyle loses lustre.

His Eminence presents a challenge, a regret which you cannot disclose. The feminist in you says but I like it, I feel great in it, yet a smallnyana voice keeps nagging you that Honourable doesn’t like it, it has to go, but ndozviita sei, ngenze njani?

The hair is a fraction of an inch and Honourable says a wig is worse. The painstaking wait for the hair to grow starts and you still soldier on with applying make-up on one of your brother’s faces!

What Honourable doesn’t know though is your DMs are full of compliments on the new hair – you feel better but still you just want the compliment from VVIP, His Eminence, Mr Honourable.