My Shampoo Hair Mistreatment

On the outside, I seemed like a saint getting ready to be fed spiritually but on the inside I was twisted like a quack or Nixon during Watergate Scandal. I had my clandestine motives well set, I was just waiting for the right moment to act. In layman's terms, I was waiting for my mother to get ready and leave the house for my mission to be accomplished.

Finally she left, and I put on a straight face that suggested to her I am right behind, once I am through with my grooming. I watched her disappear to the gate, and that to me was an assurance enough that she really had gone to church. Without remote possibilities of her coming back and shouting at the door "Jimmy, open up, I forgot my offering," or "I have not brushed my teeth."

Without wasting my time, I rushed like a runaway burning train to where she placed her hair conditioners. The names and ingredients of all those greases were alien to me. After all, I am a simple man but that day, I was a disturbed teenager who wanted badly to instantly curl his hair with one of those mystery conditioners; I just did not know which. The conditioners were hazy to me. Come to think of it now, I think it would have been better had I crushed and mixed an over-ripe avocado and some eggs in a basin and applied them to my hair. I had heard that concoction worked wonders with some of my relatives' tough tufts of hair. Don't shout I leaked this to you.

But no! I wanted to be more sophisticated than them so I settled on using my mother's expensive jellies and chemicals.