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If words were rivers, I'd love to swim at the deep end...If stories were fruits, I'd love to be a farmer...

ONE SCHOOL DAY: Featuring Her Royal Kinkiness…

I’m wincing as I pull my comb through my thick mass of dark kinky hair. It’s a very African hair that has not yet been subjected to the chemical touch of the Americans; so while my mates are all sporting silky, smooth, straight hair, I’m like a living relic from the past to remind them … Continue reading ONE SCHOOL DAY: Featuring Her Royal Kinkiness…