In America, a saloon is a place to drink beer and hang out with cowboys. But here in Nigeria it’s a place to get your hair washed and styled. It’s been a bit of heaven to get my hair shampooed vigorously every three days. The only downside is that no matter what we do, it refuses to cooperate. Constant rain and humidity invade my naturally wavy hair until it’s a total mess; I look like I’m sporting a messy brown mop.
Today I showed someone a photo of my family and they asked, “Which one is you?” Kai, do I look that bad here? Fortunately my hair is long enough to pull back in a pony tail but I’m looking forward to being home and looking more like normal.
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