Me: It is my hair.
Sister Customer: It is not your hair. It is kinky twists.
Me: It is my natural hair.
Sister Customer: It is not your natural hair.
Me: Touch it and you will see it is my hair.
Sister Customer: I don't need to touch it because I know it is not your hair. It is attachment.
|Definitely not extensions; just small twists with natural hair and rolled with perm rollers|
Na wa o!
The Tailor entered the gist.
Aunty Tailor: It is her hair. I know her. Her hair is natural.
Sister Customer: It is CANNOT be her hair. Just tell me what extensions you used.
Me: *looking bewildered and shocked*
I went back to looking at clothes and left Aunty Tailor to defend 'my' ownership of 'my' hair. I am not sure what Aunty Tailor told her but after a while I heard "Ooookaaaay! Ah I cannot wait for my hair to grow that long!" At that point I took a hard look at Sister Customer only to notice that she is at the beginning stage of dreadlocs!
Keep it natural!