Dread 1, Dread 2

First semester this past school year I decided I wanted a dread. I was feeling inspired by my friend Gina who has a kickin dread and also feeling bored and spontaneous. I proceeded to Google how to make dread and gave myself one measly dread on the back of my head. I was quite a fan of it. I gave it a cute little bead, but sadly it unraveled in a few days because my conditioner was just too good at it's job.

Second semester I spent in Kenya and due to lack of American conditioner for mzungu (Caucasian) hair and the more than occasional lack of water plus the neglect on my part to brush my hair all semester added onto the fact that I took the quickest cold showers ever, I grew a neglect dread on the back of my head...on accident! One day I was trying to brush through my hair with my fingers and I found him chilling back there all alone. I was kind of happy since my other dread did not work out earlier that year.

I let him continue to mat and by the time I came home I had a pretty solid dread formed. I even put a bead back on it. Then disaster struck. It was dreading so well that it began dreading to itself and getting really stubby and fat. I could not even pull it up into a pony tail anymore. As my friend Bev from Kenya would say, *sob sob.*

Yesterday night I mustered up the guts to have my mom cut it off for me. Although I now have a goofy patch of short hair at the back of my head, I think that is much better than the knotted mess that used to be my dread...

RIP dread

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