Sunday, I took the time to brush my hair specially. Yes, I’m nurturing some form of short afro now after convincing myself I could afford more regular visits to the barber for trimmings. Well, I saw my first grey hair on Sunday.
It stood out of my scalp a bit above my right ear. You know, I’d fantasized about having grey hair before this but my heart stopped a millisecond.
I blinked and checked again.
It remained. I drew the mirror closer, tilted my head for a better angle- there it was, the one grey strand with a loud voice plus personality of its own; I pulled at it a little.
Sigh.
Yes, I’m getting old, ageing, and I wonder if the grey hair brings with it all the good things that should come with it.
I went on to church sobered.
