I dislike it when someone I’m not close to touches my hair. It’s nothing personal; it’s just uncomfortable for me. So back in primary school I stuck to one lady called Wangechi, okay maybe my mum did cause they were close friends and well I had to follow suit. Usually I’d go to her place and she’d wash my hair, straighten it and then do some 7-8 lines, I didn’t like having too many cause they’d give me a headache when I’d be undoing them.
I love it when people come up to me in school, in the streets in town and just random places and ask me if my hair is an extension or it’s just my hair. You feel like you’ve made it already, to hear that your hair looks like a copy of what is made in the factory, just for them to discover it’s the real deal is the best feeling ever. The look on their faces, smiles and compliments make my days. I am a girl and I guess compliments really do go a long way.
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