Chapter six

Mom was so busy with work, I won't say I wasn't happy she was, but her presence matters a lot, sometimes, we had days when we braided hair, it was like a tradition, and having a 4c natural hair means war and pain without proper management.

And that's more than enough reason to keep my hair braided for a long time, and after so much detangling, washing, and tying tight buns, I couldn't take the pain of combing, so I confronted mom about it, weird enough when she was in the middle of a conversation with a client.

Bad timing, but I don't want the stress anymore. I could see the annoyance on her face, which soon disappeared, ‘ you won't kill me before my time” it's also a normal word, in an African home, which is usually accompanied by, I did not kill my mother so you won't kill me.

She directed me to a salon a little bit far from my house, though it was the first time going outside to dress my hair,

Mom would always dress my hair for me, even though I had full a