The last bus stop (Part 1)

Greetings and welcome to my blog. Well, today I had the inkling to write about my Dred hair journey. Well, I am someone that loves Dred a lot. Initially, I didn’t know I was gonna love to wear Dred as a hairstyle. It was never in my agenda but as times went on, things began to change.

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I had very long hairs and I have been grooming my hair for twelve years and yes it was pouring at my back and it was the admiration of everyone. I wore my hair proudly and won’t hesitate to thank anyone that admires it. People would always argue whether it was my hair or an attachment and I would say it’s my hair and it always left them wondering at the beauty and length.

Sometimes I pass through a glass and when I see the length of my hair in the mirror, I couldn’t help but wonder too. Well, as the years go by the hair was getting weaker and weaker and was beginning to cut cos I always comb and style it and I rarely make attachments to it. I am someone who can stay with one look for ages. Hehehe.

Well, as each strand of the hair fall off with each combing, anxiety grew. I don’t like my hair falling off I’d always say to my roommates those days in the university. I admired my hair so much and somehow I felt responsible for each and every one of those beautiful strands. I didn’t want to live in anxiety after all the scriptures said to be anxious about nothing.

So as the day went by, I was thinking of how to maintain my long hair and still have it not cutting every now and then. I had an option to Dred my hair. With this option came with so many thoughts on how to start. Because as at this time, nobody around me was on Dred. It wasn’t a common thing at all and I didn’t know how to go about it.

I was somehow connected with some who claims he knows how to start a Dred. Prior to meeting this guy was a mistake that misinformation caused me. I didn’t know I could turn my long hair into Dred because the people whom I consulted with who are devoid of the right information said I could only Dred my hair with virgin hair. Meaning I would have to cut off my long hair of twelve years.

Well, it took me time to get to decide. Sometimes, I take my time to make my decisions and sometimes I can spontaneously make up my mind when something hard happens to me. So the day I cut my hair was so abrupt. I have been Trying to make my hair through someone who was close to me. We attend the same church. I had mentioned earlier that I don’t make hair often and I don’t like much people touching my hair.

She promised to make the hair for me and I even had to travel to another part of the state just to meet her at her comfort zone but for two days she was turning me up and down. At the end of the second day, I was already frustrated that I told her that I won’t be making the hair again. On my way home, I just branched over into the nearest salon and shaved off the hair of twelve years.

The commotion I caused in church and amongst my closed friends, relatives and family for cutting my hair lasted for a very long time. Every one was taken aback and weren’t happy that I had cut the hair they admired so much. It wasn’t an easy decision for me either. Maybe if I had the right information that I could convert my long hair to Dred without cutting it. Maybe I could have taken that option but ignorance is not good.

Well, the story is still long, let’s call this the last bus stop part one. On my next blog, I’d tell more on my Dred locks journey and that would be last bus stop part two.

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