Bantu Knots Hairstyle Novels & Stories

‘You know, I can easily change my mind,’ She snorted. ‘Who's that going to affect the most?’ This beast. Is she really an animal? I shook my head and rushed to my wardrobe to find something decent to put on. I wasn't sure how my situation would turn out so I picked out a pair of matching teal velour skinny joggers with a drawstring waist and white kicks. Grandma wanted to play with my hair so she had my natural curly hair stretched out and then remade into a side ponytail that felt kind of heavy. She called it an afro puff bubble ponytail with designer ribbons and pearls. I didn't have to style my hair because I knew I'd be carrying that style for days until she gets another idea to play wit

And Ben would have called for my head if he had missed this because of me. So I manned up. Put on my best party outfit. A pair of Jeans and full length shirt of course. I had Chestnut coloured 3A hair, but I always dyed it pure black. But this time, I decided to go natural. With a bit of a different of-course. Ben advised me to go for modern mullet. Said it would "make Clara more I interested." I only tried it because I was tired of carrying the same hairstyle from highschool.

By four, Grandma Judith comes to find me. “Sloane, dear, aren’t you going to get ready?” she asks. “Yeah. I guess I should,” I sigh. “I’ll come see if you need help in a little bit,” she says. I go to my room, suddenly wishing that Scarlet was here. She’s so much better at this sort of thing than I am. I shower and wash my hair, then blow it dry. I stare at myself in the mirror, thinking of what Aunt Samara said about a simple low bun. I try a couple of times and can’t quite get it right, so I decide to create a braided bun. At least then, I know I’ll be able to keep my hair tamed and contained throughout the night.

I apply some deep conditioner to her hair and massage it through. She sits there comfortably letting me do her hair; I let myself be in the moment. I take my time detangling her hair, it takes a few minutes to do but I don’t mind because she trusts me to do it. Then I gently comb her hair. I take my time careful not to pull; I style her hair in a high bun. The only style I know how to do. There’s a reason why my hair is always in braids. “All done.” I say after a moment. I wonder if she’ll like it. I’m actually nervous.

******* An hour later, I hardly recognized myself in the mirror. The stylists had braided my hair, but it wasn’t a normal braid. They’d divided it into sections, weaving and twisting until the strands spiraled together like ropes of gold and ash. Tiny, clear bands held the pattern in place, while more hair was French-braided around my head. The final braid curved like a crown, framing my face. It had taken all four stylists—and Kiara holding part of my hair at one point—to complete it. It hurt. It pulled. But the end result was hypnotic. The different tones in my hair caught the light, turning it into something alive.

I say now a bit grumpy. "Really you mean it?" She asks and when I nod she says, " I promise it will not hurt you this time and you will look so beautiful." She tightly braids my hair and then makes bun of it and puts pin to fix it. This time I actually don't feel any pain. Just a little sting here and there but that's okay I am not fragile. She adorns the bun with Gajra (Mogra flower) around it and puts dupatta on it and some more pin to keep all of that in place. Well it somewhat feels like I am wearing crown on back of my head. Then she makes me look at mirror and I cannot believe that reflection is me.

She asked and Arun nodded "I don't know how but I will try my best okay?" He told and Anjali nodded smiling Soon, Arun grabbed her comb and stood behind her and slowly brushes her hairs and untangled it. Anjali felt it was so gentle and kind that even she would have not treated her hairs with so much of care. Arun showed both of his hands to her in which two rubber bands in different colours were there. "Which one do you want me to tie the ponytail with?" He asked and Anjali shrugged

"You've got great hair. I love it. I'll teach you how to take good care of it." "Really? Go ahead! Bunică always makes me tie it up into a bun but it's hard. So, she usually does my hair but it hurts! She pulls it back so hard!" she couldn't stop complaining. It was one of the things she hated the most. Her hair was so thick that it barely fit in her hand when she held it. It takes her nine-nines before her hair is tied like her grandmother's and it's usually messy on top. It's not like when her grandmother does her hair that's really straight.

Katrina stated, heading to the bathroom to grab some things to do my hair. Katrina got to work on my hair, blow drying it and then curling it. “I think that we should do a loose bun at the base of your neck. It will look great with the neckline of your dress.” Katrina got to work on curling my hair before working to pull it into a chignon. A few strands fell in the front of my face. I was surprised at how nice it looked in such a short period of time. She was fast and efficient. “This looks great, Katrina. I could have never done something like this on my own. What about your hair?” I asked, looking over at her dress and then back at her. Her hair was already falling in waves as it was nea