A solid group of girls cut their hair before they came to Africa, generally for very practical reasons: it's hot, it's humid, hair is a pain to wash via bucket bath, etc.
Then there's the crazy girl (me) who decided, I should make my hair twice as long and twice as thick!! Sound impossible in addition to unwise? You'd be wrong.
This Sunday, I got my hair did, African style. I went over to my friend Calla's house because her home stay mom is a hairstylist. I had warned her ahead of time, so she got my weave at the market before I arrived - blond, brown, and purple weave, to be precise. And it's not even weird here to have purple hair, people do it all time. So I hung out with Calla, and her mom, and her 2 young home stay sisters. Our other PCVolunteer friend, Lauren, even stopped by for a bit. We talked about life, we talked in French and in English, and I even got a late lunch of my favorite Cameroonian meal: couscous and legumes. If you're thinking it sounds like I was there a while, you'd be right. Go ahead, ask me how long! I'll tell you. SEVEN hours. From 11am to 6 pm, I did the equivalent of letting small children pull my hair. Except I did it by choice, and the person pulling my hair was a professional adult.