Death by Braids (Genius the owner)

Part 1 POV of lice

Death by braids (genius the owner) part one

I had been chilling on a comb when I was rudely interrupted by bang. I looked around and noticed that others were awoken too. I quickly got to crawling position(as quickly as a pregnant lice can move ha!) .

This might be our chance, I thought to myself as I looked around to see if my husband and brother were ready.

"It looks like another comb was placed on the far side of the drawer" exclaimed my husband excitedly.

"We better get moving then " I said relieved clear in my voice.

"Dont worry love, these nits will be delivered in a safe environment " said my husband as he proceeded to make his way towards the new comb.

Instantly we all followed. Among us were three other families and two orphaned nits.

The comb we were on had not been picked up in ages(I mean hours ok). We were not thriving anymore. We need fresh healthy hair to reproduce and grow. Otherwise we flopped and died.

Everyone was relieved to be making the journey. Some were looking worse for wear. With cracked skin and dusty back they almost looked like rotten doritos.

Anyway it took us one hour to get to the new set of combs. my family and I decided to stick together so we can be together in the new hair.

Everybody else scattered, some were jumping on a wet brush purple, others on a Denman Tail comb. But we decided to go on the wide tooth comb. Our choice on comb was entirely based on the hair we might end up on hopping on the WTC.

Its widely known that black people prefer (they have no choice actually) to use wide tooth combs . To get the thick curls straight you need both hands and a WTC is perfect for that.

So! We got in position at the far end of the wide tooth. My husband and brother next to me we sat down awaiting our precious life. Boy,its windy in here or is that a fresh breeze from the new life.ha! I can be so sassy in my mind sometimes. Dont mind me.

It wasnt long before we were lifted up the comb and dived deep into some luxurious hair. Oh boy!

It was like one of these rollercoaster at Alton towers. Not that I have ever been there but lice talk I tell you. We once had a well travelled lice called Jeans. Ofcourse he was named that because he survived on a pair of jeans for three days (mad right smh). We heard jeans had been to Alton towers and the roller coasters there were crazy as a coconut. He spilled his drink and almost broke an ear we heard.

Anyway, our landing was sweet the pregnancy was not disturbed at all. Luckily we landed in the middle of the hair so it was easy to decide which location to go. Wow! If I could give a tooth for this thick mane I would (which of course I would do as we had to eat and build a place ,you know all that lice stuff and all)

In a matter of minutes we set out to eat first. It was the tastiest hide we ever had to hold on to as we sucked the scalp. Dang! Where has this been all our life. I laughed out loud and my brother and husband both looked at me.

"What? Its succulent, I said defensively.

They both just shook there head and went back to smacking more hair into their mouths.

With a good diet and a nice pelt to sleep on, I was ready to pop the eggs in a day.

So for the next 16 days I laid about three to eight eggs a day. There were so many nits I could not count.

As my days were numbers I was so happy to leave such a horde of louse.

Chaos began a few days before I was supposed to hit the bucket. First of all , the drowning. The big head tried to drown us in cheap shampoo and water,imagine! . He shuould have used NIX or RID. That stuff really wipe us out no lie.Lucky enough we can survive up to eight hours in underwater.

Then the icing on the cake dropped. He started blow drying the hair. What is this! We just want to live!!.

In the madness I assembled some nits.

"Everyone! In two I want you to suck hard on the scalp, get all the nourishment you need before we are blown to smothering" I shouted as loud as I could.

On two we all dug dig.