A Year of Unorthodox Lessons in Hair
We formed a little crowd on the edge of Aunty’s garden which was still under construction, waving sparklers and drinking wine. I clung unto bae as we stared up at the multitude of colours that lit up the foggy new year sky. Half amazed, half shaken. The fireworks looked heavenly but sounded like grenades and … Continue reading A Year of Unorthodox Lessons in Hair