I cant walk along the streets without questions and complements"nice hair,what is the name of your weavon"?
I smile and give the same answer each time"thanks, but its my natural hair".
Often times my answer leads to arguement for some ladies untill they have a closer look or sometimes feel it.
Ofcourse this wouldnt be possible without this beautiful woman that means the world to me;my mom. Even though my hair is this beautiful, i am still jealous of hers; full ,dark and lovely.