Abena zoned out of her world and into another place. All she
could hear was her mother's muffled voice. Abena didn't care. She
couldn't feel her mother running her hands through her hair
tugging at the loose ends. She couldn't hear her moans and groans
of why God had to bless her with such a horrid daughter.
Abena imagined herself in Narnia. There she was a peasant girl
called Amaranth who was in love with the general of the army
named Nightsky. Nightsky was a noble general who kept true to his
word. His heart was true and loyal. He fought to keep peace in
Nightsky was the man who had every girl fall weak at the knees
when they saw him. She was the one he loved. He could have any
girl he wanted but he chose her. He chose an ordinary girl with
no standing in society and he loved her for who she was.
"Abena!" She was forced back to reality as her mother slapped her
cheek. Abena winced as her cheek felt as if it was on fire. "How
dare you cut your hair?" Her mother was yelling now.
Abena didn't answer so her mother slapped her again "Who told you
to cut your hair?"
Abena didn't reply. She looked into her mother's deep brown eyes,
now turning black from anger. Abena wanted to talk but her lips
refused to move. She wanted to tell her mother about everything;
about the insults, the reason why her bag smelt of dog shit…
"So you're not talking. In that case…" Abena zoned out again.
Zoning out was her coping mechanism. She would go into Narnia and
become Amaranth. There she would sit on the banks of the river,
nestled in her lover's arms.
She jumped when she heard the roaring sound of the shaver. She
looked at her mother in horror unable to say anything. Oh God no.
This cannot be happening. Abena whimpered as her mother forced
her to bow her head. She started sobbing as the shaver came in
contact with her head. Vibrations ripped across her head as the
machine cut the remaining curls on her head. She watched the
small clumps of remaining hair fall onto the ground. A tear fell
from her eye. Her nose felt full and she quickly breathed in to
stop snot from coming out from her nose. She slowly wiped the
tear from her cheek. She didn't want her mother to see her cry.
No. she didn't want her mother to see how scared and vulnerable
she was. Her eyes blurred with tears but she refused to let them
fall. She'd rather die than let her mother see her cry.
She began singing softly under the noise of the shaver. "Three
little birds sat on my window and they told me I don't need to
worry. Summer came like cinnamon so sweet, little double-dutch on
the concrete…girl put your records on, tell me your favorite song
you go ahead let your hair down." Abena's throat tightened as she
sang the song. She didn't have any hair. She wanted to stop
singing but she still kept going "Sapphire faded jeans; I hope
you get your dreams, just go ahead let your hair down."
She sang the song over and over again thinking thank God for
Corrine Bailey Rae. Her mother was finished and turned the shaver
off.She turned off the switch and unplugged it from the
"Clean up the mess." She said before turning around and walking
Abena took a deep breath. She took a broom and dustpan and
started sweeping the floor. Yes she had cut her hair to start
with out of anger and frustration but that didn't give her mother
the right to shave her hair off. Abena took a small bunch of hair
on the floor and stuffed it into her pocket. At least she'd have
a lasting memory of what her hair used to look like.
Abena finished sweeping the floor. She threw the rubbish in the
bin and went into the bathroom. She removed her clothes, now
covered in hair and threw them in the laundry basket beside the
sink. She looked at herself in the mirror and gasped. She was
bald. All her hair was gone. She touched her skull. It was smooth
and it shone in the bright light. She dropped her shoulders. Her
lips began to tremble. Her beautiful hair was gone.
She fell to the ground and began to weep.She cried like she never
had before. Her hair was gone. It would be a good reason for the
students to torment her again. What would she do to hide her
baldness? She didn't have a wig to hide it.
Her fist came in contact with the wall. "Stupid school. Stupid
life. Stupid mother. Stupid me." She thought. This was all her
fault. If she hadn't cut her hair, then maybe she would still
have her hair.
She slowly raised herself from the floor and stepped into the
shower. She turned on the cold water and closed her eyes as the
icy cold droplets lunged at her like flying knives and hit her
with great force. The cold hit her like knives digging into her
skin. She gritted her teeth to stop her teeth chattering. Her
body began to dissolve and crumble. She looked down at the floor.
Hundreds of small strands of black hair were around her like a
wilderness. She watched them bounce softly as the droplets
descended unto them.
"Let the rain wash away all the pain like yesterday." She
whispered before turning off the tap.