I hissed and kept walking down the road with Charlie, my new friend. I just couldn’t understand why heads were always turning in my direction, I wasn’t the only girl walking side by side with a guy, come on, this is twenty first century, a girl can do anything, anything as long as it gives her joy and peace of mind, right? Well, so I thought. I looked again at Charlie to know if he was aware of what’s been happening and he was busy nodding his head to the beat of a song, he had a headset on. He was just putting on a bright yellow singlet that exposed his biceps which gladly glistened in the sun. His jean had some rough touches, and he had dreadlocks, obviously looking crazy. I guess we were just a little alike. My hair was dyed golden and my dress was a little bit revealing except that it passed my knee; a long body hugging gown with a not too long slit. We were actually coming out from a hairstyling salon and I was on my way to my uncle’s house.
Well, I had met Charlie at the salon and he was just seeing me off. I didn’t really pay much attention to him. He had already filled my ears earlier, I was full already so I didn’t need more and I didn’t want to be rude to send him away.
“Aunty?” Brenda gazed at me as she flung the door open. _Even You?_. “Aunty, why did you cut your hair? Wow! It is even golden in color!” Her mouth was still wide opened when I smilingly closed it and walked in. Oh, my uncle wasn’t around when I came in so I went to the kitchen to busy my hand. He came in some minutes later with his wife and they both were staring at me like they’d seen a ghost, _not again, I was tired of the facial expression already_.
“Nancy, why did you cut your hair?”
“Nothing much uncle, I just wanted to change my look. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to look different right?” I shrugged with a wry smile.
“Absolutely, there’s nothing wrong with that. The point is why did you dye it? You don’t love the natural color that God gave it?”
“Un…uncle,” I started slowly, “it’s the same point, I want to look different. What’s wrong with that? Or is there a place in the bible that says, don’t look different if it gives you peace of mind?”
“Like I said, there’s nothing wrong with looking different. What if your choice to look different is in total contrast with what God wants for you? This your new look has stolen your once innocent look. You look like one of those irresponsible runs girls down school. I know you’re a good girl and still innocent but the world doesn’t know that, with you in this form. Don’t strive to change your appearance because it’s trending thinking it will make you look more beautiful. Strive to influence that change within. Whoever doesn’t like you the way you were created was never meant to be part of you.”
I stood there like a defeated wingless rain beaten fellow, with so many thoughts running through my mind…
“One more thing baby girl, all things are lawful, but not all things are expedient. I hope this always rings a bell in your heart”…
I wiped my eyes and looked around, nothing seemed familiar, I touched my head, I still had my long black silky hair on. Now where was that coming from? Was it just a dream?