Hair kpalava

This surely was the longest night of my life. I couldn't lie down or sit, it felt like there was fire slowly burning on my head. Why me?

My head ohhh

My head!

It's been awhile i made my head

I had an event to attend that weekend and decided to step up my looks so I went and got my hair braided.

That decision was my greatest mistake.

'Madam, the way you're parting and holding this hair is quite painful' I told the stylist but she assured me she was only doing it to have a clean braid and before evening I'd have forgotten I made a new hair.

Beautiful hair, I got compliments and smiled all the way home. I endured the pains, believing what the stylist said.

Began popping Panadol the minute I got home.

Past midnight and I couldn't even attempt winking not to talk of smiling or dream of bending my neck.

If I were to be light skinned, I surely would've been all red by this time.

Nothing was making sense anymore.

Next thing I knew, my Mum was using scissors on my hair

Heeeyyyyyyy! My people, that is how my life was restored and saved from untimely death oh.

I was in crazy pain but was thinking of what it cost me to make the hair and how I was yet to rock it for even a day.

See ehhhhhh beware of who makes your hair oh, some people's hands are anointed for madness.

Na so I for use my money take kill myself?