neck and ravaged me everywhere.
Being poor didn’t help. Not
only could I not afford a decent
haircut, leaving me with a huge,
unruly Afro, but my mother also
used to get angry at the fact that I
grew out of my school uniforms too
fast, so to save money she started
buying my clothes three sizes too
big. My blazer was too long and my
pants were too baggy and my shoes
flopped around. I was a clown. And
of course, Murphy’s Law, the year
my mom started buying my clothes
too big was the year that I stopped
growing. So now I was never going
to grow into my clown clothes and I