Treasure Island

Kimani wa Mumbi

(Kenya)

Nappy Head


Your hair is dirty, good sir -
Said an innocent child to me one day.
I have what they call African hair,
A natural nappy head.
Its brownish colour they call mousy
What I really would like called auburn.
And so the kid had observed,
She was innocent though
And I had to explain to her
That the same creator who endowed her
With her long beautiful black curly hair
Had also done the same with my kinky mousy one!

Submitted: Thursday, June 07, 2012
Edited: Saturday, June 09, 2012
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  • Anele The_african_son Potelwa (umbhali_wasembo) (6/7/2012 6:47:00 AM)

    great! i adore this write so much, the true pride of what and who you are, i always go to an extent of admiring people who not only love themselves but also have pride of their own identity, nice write brother

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