Last year, before my volunteer assignment in Kenya ended, I was able to do an item in my bucket list of things to do before leaving. It was the craziest, if not most fun, thing that I did while there.
It looked and felt nice… on the first day only. The succeeding days were… pure agony. LOL. Looking back at my hairy experience – I can now laugh at my silliness! My parents thought it was hilarious. My sisters and brothers chimed in as well. My son, well, he was surprised.
Here’s the full story of my African hairstyle, if you are interested to know.