Saturday was the day I confirmed my commitment issues, at least when it comes to hairdressers. I really cannot stick to one for too long. My hair is thin and soft, requiring extra care, which I mostly handle myself. But tell me why someone would choose to spend an entire day plaiting a hairstyle that should take three hours at most, without even hopping from one head to another?
Some of you might be thinking, “Just go to a high-end salon where you’ll get princess treatment.” But what happened to basic customer care and respecting a client’s time? There’s no way I would willingly wake up and go spend the whole day in a noisy salon, suffocated by the nauseating mix of hair chemicals, though I must admit, the smell of fresh chips from Juvanna every hour is a tempting distraction. (The fresh chips are a story for another day!)
Anyway, I was 30 minutes late for my 10 a.m. appointment, which I had communicated to my hairdresser. Luckily, she was also running late due to transport issues. Fortunately or unfortunately, we arrived at the same time, along with the lady who was booked for 9 a.m. Now, explain to me how you schedule two people an hour apart when the first client is getting singles that need curling at the ends? Meanwhile, I just wanted cornrows (popularly known as carrot) with singles at the back.
Since she was booked before me, I agreed that the hairdresser start with her while someone else worked on my singles (mistake number one). It took her two hours to finish the 9 a.m. lady, and she still hadn’t done the curling. Just as she was about to start, a third client walked in.
Finally, she started my cornrows, but after every two lines, she would stop to attend to the first client. We were both late, so I didn’t complain. She eventually finished her up and came back to complete my cornrows. That’s when she turned to me and asked, “Can I just apply this chemical real quick, then finish you off?”
Excuse me, WTF?!
I swear I almost jumped out of my chair, but I kept my cool. I told her she had to finish my hair first, I did not sign up to spend the whole day in a salon! She did manage to complete my style, but imagine the audacity!
Since relocating from Bulawayo, I’ve had five different hairdressers, and this is why I broke up with each of them:
1️⃣ The Gentle One – She treated my hair so well! From washing to blow-drying and oiling, she was incredibly gentle. But our husbands were friends, which complicated the client-stylist relationship. More wives got involved, and that was the end of it. (I’m tempted to go back, though—she really cared for my hair!)

2️⃣ The Overbooker – She always booked multiple clients at the same time. No respect for time.

3️⃣ The One-Style Stylist – Constantly complained about doing different styles and always wanted to give me box braids.

4️⃣ The MUA – She decided to focus on makeup instead of hair. End of story.

5️⃣ The Worst One – She had FIVE different people plait me in one session because of double bookings. I came for her, not her interns!

Honestly, when I book a stylist, I expect them to do my hair—not someone I didn’t sign up for. Maybe I should go back to hairdresser number one or seriously rethink my monthly hair budget.
Have you ever gone through this? Share your experience!














