By Megan WambuiIt’s Thursday afternoon, the sun outside could be mistaken for a ball of fire. It’s about 28 degrees hot. I’m barely thirty minutes since I came back from running office errands, and my mind has been telling me how I am about to fail my friend and author for not having prepared a piece for her blog tomorrow. So, I quickly open up my laptop and start typing. Don’t get me wrong, I had an idea of what I wanted to share. It stuck with me for two weeks and I was hoping to have a change of heart you know; and that of the mind but nothing else has come up yet.
The first person to call my natural hair a trend was a colleague. An older be-spectacled lady whom I respected, pulled me aside and asked me if I could straighten my hair for work. She said that it was all over the place.
“I know it’s the new trend but…” before she could finish, polite Pauline was out of the window.
He is right. I know you have heard great songs, poems and read books written after a heartbreak and they were a masterpiece.