Chapter seven

My weirdness was getting out of hand. First I fell down because someone yelled at me and now hugged a stranger. The lady stared at me, with a satisfied look on her face, she just smiled and led me to the shop, my fidgeting body found its way on a chair just before me. As she braided my hair

My mind went far and wide for answers, as I surveyed every corner of her face. I haven't seen her for sure, but maybe this feeling was just there because I have a crush on her son. I won't attest to the fact that she looked like Jamal.

She braids my hair, with so much tenderness and I wonder if she is just this sweet, or if it's in the family. I was expecting a lot of detangling but she must be skilled in what she does. After the coaxing, I was told to wait.

l couldn't resist. I sat down like an obedient dog waiting to be fed, he had tried starting a conversation but I was busy trying to recall where I saw that face or heard such a voice, how can Jamal and his mother make me nerv