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46 EPISODE 5: PART 2- ALL’S HAIR IN LOVE AND WAR
Yet even in the face of the kind of chewed bubble- gum catastrophe often solved in American suburbia only by the cold application of scissors, they did not give up. Even the circus master redeemed herself somewhat in my eyes by commanding a brilliant operation to immerse the top of my head in very hot water and thus melt the wax out of it.
And it worked! A patient thirty minutes later and the seemingly inevitable vision of my future baldness washed away into wet strands of combable hair. These were quickly, triumphantly, twisted up into brown synthetic and added to the Medusa’s nest of slithery plaits covering the whole of my head. Finally, finally the 13-hour ordeal had ended and I stared admiringly into the mirror at my hard-won African style. The girls complimented me at length.
“Wo ho ye fe” they said. “You are beautiful”. “Obruni, no ho ye fe,” they said to each other. I stretched and flexed, reassuring myself that someday I would again feel the presence of my rear end but for now it was worth it.