My Hair Love Story - An Ode to my Hair
My short, natural hair Our relationship has always been on and off Like the sweet sour taste of Agbalumo Like the light switch at my Parent's balcony in the Village house Useful and sweet at night And a saddening waste in the day I had always wished you could get curled up with me Sprawled, with your tips touching the swell of my breast Eagerly and wanting with me gently brushing it away Wish, was all there was If only wish would colour my reality I knew it was all my fault Even with words unspoken I see it..... I feel it When you were vulnerable, I manipulated you. When you wanted me to show you off, I covered you up I was ashamed of you. You were never enough for me I tried to mold you to the "perfect one" with each twisting and turning and taunting With grease and grit, like the Lagos bus conductor on a Monday morning traffic When you acted well, I opened you up to the world and when you d...