My gentle follicles

I could hear my bus approaching my street from within the room. I was under the captivity of my lovely and anxious mommy. She was sloshing the oil in my hair lavishly and was fish-braiding it.

“Momma, stop the waterfall will you, I am going to miss my bus, for sure.”

“Sit still will you, child.”

***

Mother never let go of me until she massaged my hair with oil, she says that it’s the lifeblood of a woman’s being. I had the thickest hair in class (all thanks to her), it was adored alright, but part curly. Other kids had long hair, but theirs could not compete with my thickness. The miracle of my mother’s hands was impeccable. After I moved out I was too lazy to conserve it. The coarseness increased and it started to fall like crazy.

Mommy came to visit me and gaped at her baby, my hair. She handed me a bottle of Dove Intense Repair Shampoo and a conditioner tube, the following day. And man, I can literally get that beautiful whiff off of my hair and it’s gotten velvety too.


Now I say, “Ya gotta love Dove!”

Cheers!

xD

Off with his head!

Have you ever felt like ripping someone’s head?
Do you feel it now?

Well, I think I will beat you to it, because if I get a hold of that fudging moron, I will RIP HIS HEAD OFF. He thinks he is absolutely talented and holds his head up high in the air, claims our baby (Project) as his and ruined it in the process of shooting a video. Oh, how mad am I?!
The credits contains his entire friend list and names of useless douche bags and not ours. The ones who rummaged through slums and took the risk of going along with two random transgenders for the sake of our News Story. This was our first scoop and it was special in it’s own way. I am not gonna blame that man for doing what he has done, the video was spectacular in it’s own way. To a person who has not been at the shooting spot would love it.

But not ME. I felt useless, it was all worth for nothing in the end. But here comes the best part, I don’t even care.