Two things before I get into my haircut story.
T is in town. One more Yoruba boy in my life to really drive home the point that, Yoruba boys make the best friends and the most disastrous lovers.
Beloved, stop letting Yoruba boys put their penises in your bodies.
Two
I need to let you all know how hard Timaya's BangBang bangs.
It goes soooooo hard.
If anyone tells you money is not good. delete their number before the annual new year purge.
You do not need that sort of negativity in your life.
But before you delete them, ask them to go and watch Timaya's Bang Bang video and they should see how good money is.
Anyway.
When I turned 18, I was in this stressful situation with a boy I had no business being in situations with. Anyway so I turned 18, he liked my hair but he hurt me so much so I cut my hair.
I got this really chic hair cut at Bobbies in Lere in a bid to spite him but turns out it came out super cute, brought more boys to the yard but was unbelieviably hard to keep it looking fresh, So I grew out my hair.
In a few days I turn 28.
10 years later, I find myself seriously contemplating cutting my bra length hair that I've spent the last 2 years cultivating.
And I worry that there has been no emotional growth.
But that is crazy because I know there has been growth.
So riddle me this- Why am I goggling pixie cuts?
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