Now, people who have hair like me, you can understand this statement. Whenever my mom makes my hair, or sees me trying to comb it, she says, and I quote,
"Sheesh, Tiffy your hair is so hard I can cut it and use it to scrub clean a sufuria that I used to cook ugali(I'll explain this in another chapter).
Now, blow drying my hair, now that was a whole different story. This had to be done on a Saturday and my mom had to not have any plans for the whole day.
You'd think that washing my hair before blow drying it would make it less trouble right?
Wrong. This just made it worse and the whole morning would be filled with sounds of me screaming, crying and yelling for my mom to stop.
I survived my out of control hair for another few years until I decided enough was enough, and got a Bob. I got tired of that and having to comb it every morning so I cut it again and got a hairstyle like Lupita's. A year later, which is now, I've given up and put dreadlocks (and had them for a little over 2 years).
Some Kenyans are luckily born with soft and manageable hair, but people like me, we're not so lucky and have to stick with the good old, old school afro.
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The Kenya Chronicles
RandomJust want to let people know more about my country Hey there, I've just logged into this account for the first time in a few years and found this relatively well-written book, so I've decided to publish it. I might edit it later, and also might cont...
