Is there something that can reduce you to tears like a bad hair? I have a pretty high threshold for pain, boredom, hanjems etc. But nothing can send my ka-lower lip quivering and trembling like bad hair. I’m like a kid who’s missed the Nairobi show bus and was looking forward to eating candy floss but now has to go home and he knows the mboch has cooked gith. And he’d told his buddies from Visa Oshwal the way he was going to get stickers (for Joginder Singh and Patrick Njiru from the Subaru stand) & new gum boots and he’ll drink Pepsi in a can. Lakini he’s going to be strolling down the kiosk to get half loaf and maziwa lala.
Yeah. I kinda feel like that cause of the ‘do that I got Sato.
Kwanza it looked like a kofia.
Then it was so full of gel I looked like those high school drop out chicks who are constantly at the mall shrieking and yelling to each other. From half a foot away.
And nilikuwa na ka-date.
And the supermarket was full of hotties. For like the first time ever.
I hate my hairdresser.
And myself for listening to her convincing tale ati “it’ll be less um…. like, office-looking”
Grrr….
