By the 4th grade, my mom had tried many things with my hair–plaiting, salon relaxers, jheri curls, and extension braids. Box relaxers were not a thing in our lives yet, so one day, she decided African threading would be a good look for her daughters.
My older sister was in middle school and more outspoken than me besides, so she was not having it. It was just me unspooling and measuring out the threads, while Mom wrapped and wrapped and wrapped. It was all quite fascinating until I remembered this wondrous creation was being erected atop my head, and I would be wearing it to school.
As the twisting forms took shape, I got nervous. I sheepishly asked my mom if she could maybe just have them all go to the back in a sort of ponytail. Nope. Not enough thread for that, and besides, African threading was an art–design!
The kids at school didn’t think so. One pasty kid who ain’t never said two words to me in all the time before, decided to open his mouth to say it looked like a “fuse box”. And my teacher–bless her Southern heart–could only muster a polite smile and a “it looks unique.” I don’t remember how many days I had to endure that boy’s teasing, but I didn’t want to hurt my mom’s feelings, so I didn’t tell her about it.
Instead, I plotted, as we non-confrontational types are wont to do. I waited for my moment to let that snotty fool have a piece of my mind. I thought up the best comeback my little self could summon from the depths of my undeveloped mean side. Next time I saw Snotty, I wouldn’t be the one left tongue-tied.
Finally, the threads came down and I returned to school.
“What happened to your fuse box?” asked Snotty.
“WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR BRAIN?!”
I sucked at comebacks, and we ended up going a few rounds repeating our questions in comical fashion.
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