After I got pregnant in June 2018, my life changed drastically. I went through a lot of trauma at times I would wish the angel of death would visit me and put an end to my miserable life. Alas, it was never to be, God was indeed polishing me up to be the strong and courageous woman I am today. Baby daddy rejected me the moment I announced the news of the baby to him, he told me clearly that he neither wanted me nor the baby. The only solution he offered to me was abort but well, I chose not to. With or without him, I vowed to take care of my baby but it hasn’t been any easy journey. Good thing is, it is getting easier with time.
As I went through this hurdle, I thought of doing something different with myself, so I chose having dreadlocks 😊. On the 31st of December 2018, I went to get the wax locks and I promised myself to let them grow and never cut them before the time I set to cut them. Before the locks, mood changes would get me changing hairstyles but this time, I promised myself to see my hair grow without limiting it. It indeed is pure bliss watching the locks get longer and longer. Each stage gets me stronger and gives me a sense of fulfilment. I always tell my friends that I wanna cut them at 40, God willing, yea I wanna go bald at 40 😂.
There are times I feel terribly down and think of cutting the locks but I then think of why I had them in the first place and all I can do is put those thoughts at the back of my mind. I love my dreadlocks so much, they are one of the best things in my life. Being dreadlocked makes you a friend to allbody but well, I don’t like it when they all feel entitled to call me Rasta. One of these days I’m just going to print T-shirts emblazoned, “I got dreadlocks not rasta🤣”. I am no Rastafarian, I love my meat like crazy and there is no spiritual thing whatsoever about my locks, it’s just a hairstyle that I chose as therapy for the trauma I faced on my journey of carrying an unplanned pregnancy. Much love to my daughter, Penda, she indeed is my all.
Tales Of Tabitha 