She stands about 5'6 inches, coco colored flawless, smooth skin. A pleasant voice; she often whispers, "I'm here from the Chaplaincy...here to see if rooms, she'll give me the list, can receive communion?"
After I check the list and verify that they can or cannot.
It never fails, we seem to get into a conversation about something. Whether it is a piece of lovely jewelry from the motherland that she wears so elegantly, that I can't help but to comment on, or her hair, which in this case sparked our two minute conversation about natural, inexpensive ways to treat and condition your own hair, opposed to as we both have experienced going to the salon and spending so much on treatments.
"I have not washed my hair in a few weeks," she whispered bashfully.
I said, "really, I would never imagine that." "Do you get dandruff?"
"No." she shared. She proceeded, "I condition my hair myself," she explained to offset the cost of the beauty salon's pricing.
I noticed that her hair is natural, so I inquired how long it's been for her; she shared for years, many.
Before I knew it she was explaining in detail her homemade remedy for deep conditioners that sounded so interesting, I had to grab a pen, and began writing where I found room--on a small piece of paper with had virtually no room.
"You take the yellow part of an egg, a teaspoon of molasses..."
to be continued...
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