Chinenye looked into the mirror as her hair dresser braided the last of her hair.
Her hair were in about 12 cornrows.
As her dark stubborn hair touched her back she thought of how much of a handful her natural hair was.
Maybe I should braid it more often, she thought as she examined her reflection, checking if the style made her look deferent in a bad way.
I look like a school child, she thought. Her mind going back to when she was just a secondary school girl. Her hair was always braided this way. Every weekend her mother would try to convince her to braid a different style. She always said no. She didn't care about how she looked then, she only wanted to focus on her studies while trying not to get punished by her father. Though no matter how much she avoided that, he would always
