When I was much little I loved the kind of hair I had I always flaunt it at the slightest given time. it was so curly and glossy and amongst my friends my hair was the best even better than the girls hair in my class to was the perfect definition of Mr handsome and my hair Indeed complimented my steeze. I was given special treatment and favour by my teachers and principal they ask every guy to keep a low cut but because of the nature of my hair they don't send me at all so I guess I was privileged.
So calamity struck when my hair started feeling itchy and I always have a burning sensation but I never thought about what was wrong just thought it was normal but it increases on a daily I kept it to my self for two months and I my hair started falling off and I had patches on my head that was when my mum noticed she took me to the clinic I was diagnosed of a scalp infection that no one knows from where it came from I was served the hottest heartbreak when I was asked to cut my hair for treatment to be administered I ran from the clinic.
My mum gave me heavy persuasions about cutting my hair but when the itch and sensations became more serious I just gave in but I cried so much that night when my hair left because it was Sunday the next day was Monday so i was so reluctant to go to school because of the glory i attained with my hair. So I went I just stepped into my class and it was indeed an ovation and a bombshell to them there was a mighty roar of laughter I cried so hard and they gave me a new name because of my hair cut " SCREEN TOUCH "