When I was seven years old, Neye and I used to have our hair relaxed by our mum. Neye’s hair was long, dark, and tough; mine was soft, dark-brown, and long; as a result, hers was always the first to be relaxed. On this particular day, mum had to relax our hair in preparation for our school’s upcoming party. Neye carried our hair set and I followed with two big cups of Ozone relaxer in...










