Hi, Iâ€™m (name). Itâ€™s a little useless keeping my name out of it, but anywayâ€¦
Iâ€™ve taken to growing hair, mine. No fields being watered or any of that. The hair sits up their without a care in the world. Everything is fine until someone approaches me and asks me to justify the whole hair thing.
I met a friend the other day who told me I was â€œlostâ€. I told him Iâ€™d been busy and sick. So he looks at me with an expression that suggested that he knew where I was coming from. When he spoke, it was soon apparent that looks lieâ€¦ â€œah, you were sick? I can see, thatâ€™s why your hair has grownâ€¦â€ I politely pointed out that Iâ€™d let my hair do its own thing in an attempt to piss off peopleâ€¦Then he nodded. Yep, he understood how that worked. What I donâ€™t get is the whole â€œsickness=hair growthâ€ formula that he advanced.
I used to cut my hair like every week, not because I got a kick out of feeling the machine pressed against my head, a scenario Iâ€™m almost sure has been considered as the sole premise of several porn flicks. I actually used to get the weekly haircut because, after a week, the follicles on my head woke up from some sort of comatose and made every effort to stand out. I also used to get the said cut because my elder brothers used to do the same thing and it actually seemed cool.
Fast forward to a few years later, about three weeks ago actually, I skipped the haircut and then got this incredible idea. Iâ€™d do away with the haircut until such a time that things started to work out for me. It didnâ€™t really seem like a bad idea coz I was realistic with my expectations. Itâ€™s not like I said my barberâ€™s electric shaver would be denied rights unknown until the country got a new president. The way it should work out, my hair will be cut in about two monthsâ€¦or three. Who knows?
However thereâ€™s a snag, during the initial growth of hair period Iâ€™d look at it in the mirror and think, â€œWhat am I doing? That is way too much hair to be carrying around in public!â€ Then again Iâ€™d seen more on other peopleâ€™s heads and it kind of put me in some odd comfort zoneâ€¦a little place I like to call denial.
I met a friend who asked me what the deal was, and pointed out (sincerely?) that not everyone can grow an afro and look good. His exact words may have been, â€œWhoa! Afros were not meant for everyone!â€ Itâ€™s actually the same mindset that put me off the whole gym experience. I recall writhing on the ground trying to realign the muscles in my body with the sheer power of thought when I had a light bulb moment. A voice in my head cried out, â€œThe Gym is not meant for everyone!â€
This time round I decided that the defeatist attitude would have to take a back seat. Then one morning after taking a bath, I ran my hand through my hair. It feltâ€¦wrong. I actually felt good playing with my hair so it only made sense that I offered anyone that felt like it the chance to play with it, provided they brought it back home before dark.