Kinks Update & More!

My oh my! As usual, it’s been a while since my last post. I must be honest my life is so busy it is unbelievable and sometimes I just get damn too lazy to post! Many a times I come on my blog, start writing a post and it ends up in my draft folder. It’s so bad, I think I have more posts in my draft than I have published. Life happens I guess!

Well, swiftly moving on…. I’ve got two announcements to make.

I got around making my first hair video…yay! It’s been a long time coming and I finally created the time to put this together. The last time I made a video I used Windows Movie Maker and it was not a walk in the park. This time around, I used Picasa to create the movie and I found it pretty easier. Definitely a keeper!

Pictures do have a way of refreshing memories and in making this video, I realized I have come a long way in my natural hair journey albeit less than 2 years. Part of my intent for making the video is to encourage newbies in the natural hair community. A few people have seen this and the feedback made it all worthwhile.

This is to encourage someone out there…the struggle is real but DON’T GIVE UP!

Secondly, I just launched my new BBM Channel which serves as a store where Natural Haircare Products & Accessories can be ordered at affordable prices! Yay! Please spread the word, subscribe & order!

NUBIAN

 

Thank you for stopping by…see you around!

Love & Peace

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Help! These kinks are outta control!

Today, I will tell you one of the many stories about myself and my kinky coily hair. 🙂

I was raised by parents who held 9 -5 jobs and by my Nan of blessed memory who lived with us while I was growing up…it’s been 7 years since her passing and counting and I still miss her so. My relationship with her as it concerned my hair was a love-hate one. We would ‘fight’ all through the hair care process on hair wash days. There was nothing elaborate about my hair care regimen with her. Any bath soap at her disposal was good enough to get my hair washed, forget about conditioning! Condi-what?? You’ve got to be joking! Of course, with the conditioning phase totally skipped, the styling stage was always a tug of war especially with her handcrafted 3-pronged wooden ‘cutting’ comb slicing through my Nubian kinky amazon.

Wooden cutting comb

Local Styling Comb – idea for line precision.

I dreaded my wash & style days so much so I rebelled against my mother’s instructions. It was one of those days during the long school breaks. Before mother left for work on this fateful day, she left me clear instructions to get my hair washed and plaited before she got back. Of course, Nan had since stopped being my stylist…I was too much for her to handle when it had anything to do with my hair. I remember mother stating the consequence I’d suffer if I didn’t get it done before her return. She had promised to give me the “big chop” if I failed to comply with her instructions.

Did that scare me enough? Of course not! As a matter of fact, I was secretly and happily looking forward to it. I think I was about 8 or 9 years old at that time and I was so ready for my first “big chop”! To mother, that was punishment enough to teach me a lesson but from my point of view, it was F-R-E-E-D-O-M!!! Nan called me several times during the course of the day to stop playing outside and go to the local stylist near home to get my hair sorted. Did I listen? Nah!

As the clock ticked on and the time drew nearer for mother to return, Nan started taunting me with the imminent reality. In her mind, she was taking a jab at me but in my mind, my hour of freedom was drawing closer. At that tender age, I was literally sick and tired of my hair and was so looking forward to getting rid of it.

6:30 pm, mother walked in and on sighting my head of untamed hair, she called for a pair of scissors. Without throwing any tantrum, I sat beneath her and submitted the thick amazon on my head to her service. She didn’t have to restrain me to the chair to get on with the punishment. With each snip my smile grew broader, with every nip I saw dreaded hair care regimen being cut out of my life! I bet she was too tired after her long day to notice I wasn’t upset at all about the punishment.

Yours Truly Post Big Chop! :-)

Evidence – Post Big Chop! 🙂

Fast forward decades later, here I am loving this same Nubian kinky amazon!

So, what happened?

What changed?

I mentioned in my earlier post  that I did a lot of research before going back to being natural. The common and constant denominator in everything I came across was CONDITIONING. So let’s talk about that.

In my opinion, Conditioning is the holy grail of successfully staying natural. Conditioners are simply awesome for the hair. A well conditioned hair makes for easy detangling. This is a crucial step in caring for your natural hair and this is a step a lot of us do not consider important. I have been to salons before were the ignorant stylist would use more conditioner on a weave than on your natural African kinks. Some of them admittedly said they didn’t know they could use conditioners on natural hair! Duh!!!

So, what exactly is a hair conditioning?

From my point of view, hair conditioning is the process of temporarily changing the texture of your hair by applying to your hair any specialized hair product designed to give your hair maximum softness and slip/glide which leads to an ouch-less detangling experience on wash days.

Not all hair conditioners will work exactly the same way on every hair texture. In other words, a conditioner that works great on my hair could be completely awful for your hair but the thing is – you cannot give up on your quest and search to finding that ideal conditioner for you! I am not advocating for “product junk-ism” but you just have to find that perfect conditioner for your hair!

One of the easier ways of finding the perfect conditioner for your hair without wasting much money on buying products that may not work for you is to research and look out for conditioners that has given fantastic results to people with the same kind of hair type/texture as yours.

Secondly, look up reviews about that particular product recommended and if you decide to give it a try, buy the smallest size available for your trial run. Going by my definition above, if the conditioner on trial gives your hair maximum softness and great slip/glide ultimately allowing you comb through your entire hair within minutes (that is, your comb glides through your hair without any form of resistance) when applied, that is a conditioner to keep! Go back and buy the biggest bottle you can find!

Another point I’d like to touch on is how to use hair conditioners correctly.

Unfortunately, when attempting to condition your Nubian kinks, you have to lose every sense of prudence! Trust me! You see those peas size droplets of conditioner you squeeze on to your palms just wouldn’t cut it. Generosity is the rule of the game here. Conditioners are the products you’d go through the quickest. Outlined below are the steps I follow when conditioning.

STEP 1: I part my freshly shampooed hair into manageable sections…

Sectioned hair

…and make sure to saturate each section from the roots to the tips. I attempt to spread the conditioner evenly across my hair…pretending like I am applying relaxer to my hair… I let it cover every strand. Do note that the thickness of the conditioner and the degree of slip it gives will determine the amount needed for each section. I use either Tresemme Flawless Curls Curl Moisturizing Conditioner or Mane ‘n’ Tail Deep Moisturizing Conditioner. They work great for me!

Tresemme & Mane Conditioner

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STEP 2: I let the conditioner sit on my hair for about 2 – 3 minutes then I comb it through my hair in sections using a wide tooth shower comb.

wide tooth comb

Source: Google Images

I start combing from the tips of my hair and gently work my way down to the roots. Never the other way round otherwise my hair will tangle up more and I will suffer unnecessary breakages. This is one of the ways I achieve length retention.

 

STEP 3: I rinse off the conditioner from my hair in sections with a lot of lukewarm water and pat off excess water from the sectioned hair with a clean soft cotton towel. Although some hair gurus advice to use an old T-shirt to get rid of excess water to avoid overly drying out the hair and keep moisture in the hair but I don’t have old T-shirts. So, my soft towel works just fine! If I need extra moisture I simply spray the hair with some water.

STEP 4:  I apply a liquid leave-in conditioner to my hair at this point, one section at a time. I simply pour in a spray bottle and tend to be generous with my application.  I have used ApHogee ProVitamin Leave-in Conditioner since my relaxed hair days and I still find it good for my natural hair…it’s a keeper!

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Source: Google Images

 

In my next hair post, I will talk about my LOC method. This is basically the next step after shampooing and conditioning my hair on wash days.

I’d love to hear about your wash day routine and personal experiences with conditioning. Also, if you have any questions about this post, you know what to do…hit the comment section below 🙂

Peace & Love

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Stay natural? Ain’t nobody got time for that!

A couple of years ago, whenever I saw “them” wherever, somewhere at the back of my mind I used to think to myself, “she must be eccentric, she wants to amplify her individuality…well, good for her!” and then just simply walk on by. More often than not, our ideologies on any subject are form based on the earliest influence(s) on us as it relates to that subject matter.

I grew up accepting without questions that what sprouts out of the hair follicles on the scalp of a black woman required intermittent “conjugation” with a relaxer in order to bring forth a socially acceptable and conformed “offspring” – straight tamed hair. I found it an act of deviance when I see a black woman with her hair in its natural state. Our hair isn’t meant to stay in its natural state I’d think and say to myself! Jeez..the depth of my ignorance on this matter was bottomless!!!


Little did I know! I had basked in ignorance for so so long! I was so clueless and didn’t know anything about a part of me that is so integral and true to the very essence of my beauty & being. With people becoming more conscious about their health and taking responsibility for it, I started looking at things I could change in my lifestyle. Going natural wasn’t a “join the movement” thingy for me. I went natural for the following reasons;

  • First of, I realized the chemicals in the relaxers I put on my hair and scalp every now and again have been proven to contain poisonous substances that are harmful to me. (I will be dedicating a post to this in the future)
  • Secondly, there is actually nothing wrong with the curly, coily, kinky strands that grow out of my scalp, contrary to the fundamental understanding I was cocooned in. My natural hair is not defective!
  • Thirdly, curiosity got the better part of me. I became super interested in experiencing my hair in its natural state…seeing that I hadn’t seen my hair in its natural state in over 20 years!


Going forward, I knew I had to address this ignorance about my kind of hair texture if I must go through this journey with minimal frustration. I was totally clueless about how to deal with my hair nonetheless I stayed determined! I was at peace with myself and my decision. Google became my friend and I got engaged to YouTube! My gaze was set on a new horizon so much so I almost suffered a chronic case of information overload!  I came alive and was ready for my journey after 6 months post-relaxer.

I get asked a lot of questions about growing and maintaining the natural hair. Here is my disclaimer – I am no expert neither am I pretending to be one. Everything I would be sharing about going natural and staying natural would be based on my personal experiences and observations.

One of the basics keeping me steady on this journey is accepting that our natural hair is diverse, individual  and unique by nature. I learn something new everyday about my hair in its natural state and I am loving the entire experience. 

I will be sharing my hair journey from hence forth on this blog so it can serve as a reference point and a resource for all the people who keep ask me many questions about my hair regimen and more.

It’s  been 18 months since I last applied a relaxer on my hair and to be honest I do not miss it! Goodness….that “creamy crack” burned the living daylight out of my scalp for years and I thought that was the ONLY way to go. Anyways, now I know better. During the course of my research, I learned new terminologies and jargon peculiar to the natural hair community. “Creamy crack” as used above is a term used to describe or refer to a relaxer.

 The term “Big chop” is another one used to describe the act of getting rid of your perms or simply chopping off your hair to the roots! After I had my last relax in April of 2013, I pretty much knew I was ready. To be honest, that was the second “last relaxer” episode. The first was November of 2012 which I though was going to be the last but it wasn’t! I thought I was ready…apparently not! I was still clueless with what to do and how to handle the new growth beneath my perms so in frustration I succumbed to the dreadful beckoning of the creamy crack

Last September made it a year since I did the big chop and amazingly the growth I have experienced has been phenomenal. In later posts, I will be sharing my hair regimen that keeps evolving…lol!

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Peace & Love!

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Love Me Patiently!

Today, I got notified of a new follower on Twitter who quoted something from a post I wrote a little over two years ago! I went back to the post to read it and decided to share it again… Enjoy!

Okay!

Today has been a pretty laid back day for me and I just finished seeing the movie The Vow. Yeah, yeah…call me stale, that doesn’t really bother me :p …lol!  It is indeed a beautiful movie inspired by true events. Here is my brief;

Paige moved into the city, a result of strained family relationships, met Leo, fell in love and they got married. After which, they had a ghastly accident which left Paige in coma for several weeks. Upon recovery, she suffered partial memory loss. She couldn’t remember anything post her move to the city…meaning, she became clueless of who Leo was and is. In a nutshell, this tested the love they once deeply shared…

If  you are yet to see the movie, I suggest you find time to. It’s a good one and the first movie that I would be musing about on my blog. 🙂

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Lemonade & Smoked Salmon

With the hardest lemons ever known, she got stoned by the cruelest of them all. Dealt with the heaviest of hands, each landed with precision on her frail and emaciated frame. Despite the harm and hurt caused, the showmanship must go on – for he has been conditioned, once in the ring,  it’s business as usual. Beneath the heap of citric fruits laid her bruised and battered body, still and motionless, protected by shock though her mind stayed alive, her soul already waxed cold.

He brandished his joker daring all to call his bluff. None expected he would play it, none knew he was out to draw blood. It was premeditated, it was all planned out, the climax of the game he had strategically mapped out. And like an unwise prey, she waltzed into the staged play. Suddenly it all stopped, he damned all consequences and thrown his last citric joker leaving all in the coliseum with mouth agape. Though not instructed, spectators rushed to the pile of lemons that now buried her, slowly snuffing life out of her. Aloof he stood watching as viewers-turn-medics carried her to safety.

Like the senseless display of delusive power by a school bully whose essence deep down is a complex mess of inferiority, he thoroughly rinsed his victory lap, waving the flag of stupidity, confusing the forced audience received for praise, admiration and validation. He applied more vigor to his flag waving motion hoping a thunderous sound of applause would erupt but nothing happened. Yes,he played well but sadly with the wrong set of rules. The cradle in the arena was placed there to be protected but like a wild beast on heat, he attacked and shredded.

Of course, with the game ruled as unfair, the  victory ceremony never held. But, the real victor in this story was the frail little girl who life carried away from the arena on a stretcher with her pockets stuffed with lemons. She had the choice to keep alive the spine-chilling memories hatched in that coliseum by leaving the yellow citric fruits marinaded in a pickled jar and place it on the mantle next to her recovery bed. However, she did not. That would have been travesty, mockery, parody….an anomaly of a trophy to an unworthy opponent. Rather, she made lemonades and more!

When life throws lemons at you, they often advice to make lemonades. Well, I think that is so retro and boring now. It’s about time we notched this lemon game up to the next level…let’s get spicing!

Lemonade & Salmon

“When life throws you lemons, make a vodka laced lemonade & a zesty lemon sauce, get some smoked salmon and then, feast!” -Nubianwaters

 When  life throws a hard lemon at you, be sure to pick it up and massage it against the hard surface of your resilience till the succulent pulp in it burst and juice up on the inside for you. No matter how hard the situation, don’t let it take you under.

Then, take the step of boldness, confront the ‘demon’, slice the lemon open, get to the core of the matter don’t run from it. Remember, cowardice is the hallmark of the fainthearted, the bane of a passive aggressor. Don’t recoil into hiding, pick up the lemons and show up. It is not about proving a point to anyone, it about making the best out of everything life throws at you!

Have a lovely week!

Love & peace

-NW

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Make the Countdown Count!

Seasons do change and the tides, yeah they do turn.

This moment is all you have, the past is done and gone

The game is still much in play, you sure don’t want to lose

So, don’t reach for that button that always sends you back to snooze

No matter how luring, it really cuts you out of the loop

Each breath reminds the clock is ticking, only the agile rips through the hoop

Awake from your slumber, the party is not yet over

Gird your loins and hold fast, there are yet more hurdles to go over

Project Twenty fourteen is still ongoing, newsflash – we’re now in phase two

We can’t start counting losses when there’s still so much to do.

Adapt if you must cause the course is on full throttle, no chance of it stopping

Crawl, limp, walk, hop, run, better things are still ahead so you’ve got to keep on moving!

I hope you got the memo, you’re now in charge of “me, myself & I” as team leader .

So,in this new phase, you can’t but be your own greatest cheerleader!

#2014

Peace & love,

– NW

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Meet My New Crush – The Dualers

While running some errands on the high street yesterday after sis-in-law, niece and I treated ourselves to a good time at the health club, my ears started tingling with excitement as his sonorous voice filled the air. Of course I was already walking on sunshine, basking in the lingering euphoria of the just concluded pure indulgence.

We followed the trail of his voice till we found the spot. Based on the style of the music and texture of his voice, I wasn’t expecting to see none other than a black Jamaican bloke doing his thing.

Was I wrong?

I couldn’t believe my eyes when they fell on this eye candy! I quickly whipped out my phone to record a little bit of his busking for as long as the memory on my phone permitted. 🙂

Listen for yourself and do tell what you think… I do apologize in advance for the background chatter! 🙂

 

Needless to say, the rest of the evening was spent surfing Youtube, listening to their numerous performances. We love him already and can’t wait to see him in concert!

-NW

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Day Twenty: The Things We Treasure

I am super-duper über excited today, somewhat relieved and a little sad all at once. This is my last post  for the writing challenge and I can’t believe it’s all coming to an end. I did imagine the challenge to end with a big bang but never in my wildest imagination did I imagine it would involve me writing about a thing I treasure. I really had to think so hard about this one before I could finally pinpoint one thing I truly treasure in my life.

Let me set the records straight; I don’t treasure things, I treasure people. That is just who I am. No matter how expensive a thing is, I have never been one to get sentimentally attached to it. Don’t get me wrong, I take very good care of the things I have, be it dear or budget. What I don’t do is wrap my heartstrings around them because I don’t get my sense of worth from things. So, that explains it!

Well, after much mind juggling, I had my light bulb moment!

Pictures! Yes, pictures!!

Oh my goodness, I love and treasure these paper and pixelated reflections. I’d cry you a river if I lose any. No! I won’t cry, I’d wail you an ocean if that happens! Okay, that’s an exaggerated embellishment but you get the picture. I’m sure this attachment has nothing to do with the glossy or matte paper they get printed on. For me, it’s simply the beauty of precious moments in time captured for life! Sometimes, our photographic memories do great injustice in recollecting these moments accurately.

I remember many years ago, in trying to assert my independence, I headed to the food market all by myself to help mum get some things. I had a fancy red pencil-case then which doubled as a wallet. On this very day, I had in the wallet some money, a couple of pens & pencil and two photos. Somewhere between home, getting on the public bus and the market, I misplaced it… more like it got nicked by some hoodlum who took advantage of the pandemonium that occurred as we were trying to board the bus.

You would not believe if I tell you that I wasn’t as bothered about mum’s money that got stolen as I was about the photos. My heart literally ached when it dawned on me I’d never see those photos again. A lot went into play to have those photos in the first place. This was a time when you’d have to buy a film with either 24 or 36 exposures, feed into an analog camera then wait for weeks to exhaust the exposures on the film roll before taking it to a photo developer to develop them, squint at the sepia colored films to select what you can make out as the best of the lot and get them printed!

When those pictures were taken, I was in secondary school. A classmate and I noticed a photo studio near our after-school lesson site. Outside the one room studio was a signage with the price list. So, we planned and saved up money to have a photo session together. For days, I looked through my closet to decide on which two outfits I would hide in my school bag and take with me to school on the D-day. I doubt if you’d understand the joy that filled my heart when the D-day finally came. We had a good time that day though limited as all the time we had was about the free hour sandwiched between end of school and the start of after-school lessons.

We got into the studio, brought out our little makeup purses that held nothing but a container of white talc powder, a fruity lip gloss and a small comb to rake our fade haircuts and eyebrows. Then the “village” photographer “arranged” us before taking the epic portrait of us in our blue & white school uniform. Next, we changed twice to have the other shots and it was a wrap. We had to put all of our faith in him, believing he gave us the best arrangements for the portraits.

Leaving the studio that day, all we could do was just wait patiently for about a week to see the results. The anticipation was exciting and at the same time nerve-wrecking. We no longer suffer such dilemma these days as we can readily preview and retake till we are satisfied. Fast forward, a week later, I was confronted with the “masterpieces” of the “village” photographer. My head was a bit wonky in one of the photos and my glare in the other could light up an attic but nonetheless, I loved them and treasured them hence they becoming permanent fixtures in my pencil-case wallet.

So you can understand how heartbroken I was when they got stolen along with the wallet. The thought of the robber discarding them in the trash after taking out the money made me sadder and angrier.

Damn you robber!

Even though over the years I have built a large collection of photo memoirs, I still wish I could get those stolen ones back!

Photos are beyond fantastic. They serve as a memorial, a reminder of life as it was before now. They help you remember where you are coming from, the amazing people and not-so-amazing people you’ve met. They remind you of the craziest and beautiful things you’ve seen, the celebrations you’ve been a part of and different places you’ve been to.

So there it is. I deeply treasure photos. I mean, if my mobile phone is running low on storage space and I need to purge it, several apps would have to make the cut first before I delete one of the several takes of the same scene in my photo gallery!

Lastly, before I conclude the writing challenge with this final assignment, I’d love to thank my childhood friend, secondary school classmate, college buddy and fellow blogger, Joy – The Design Bender for literally pushing me into this challenge. Also, I’d love to share a thing or two from my photo treasure trove…. Sorry girl but you know how we do it! ***evil grin***

Drum-roll………….

 

Joy2

and…..

joy

Much love,

-NW

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Writing 101: Day Twenty: The Things we Treasure

“For our final assignment, tell the tale of your most-prized possession. If you’re up for a twist, go long — experiment with longform and push yourself to write more than usual.”

 

Day Nineteen: Don’t Stop the Rockin’

About four weeks ago I started this month-long writing challenge. Though I was encouraged to take it on by my good friend and fellow blogger, honestly, I decided to take it on not to prove any point to anyone but myself. There is this popular saying, “winners don’t quit; quitters don’t win”. I can relate to it totally because I have been there and done that! Take this blog that I write on for instance, if you look through its archives, you’d notice seasons of no writing and dry spells. Procrastination got  the better part of me at those times.

So, today I must commend myself for making it this far. I was a bit worried at the beginning of the challenge. I feared I’d get distracted and fall off the wagon but surprisingly I did not…! Yay! Putting it out there, there were days I really didn’t feel like writing but sheer determination got me through such days. The best part, I have also met genuinely nice, warm and lovely people in the blogging community though separated by a million miles in every direction possible. The encouragement from these lots is simply exceptional.

Though my day today was pretty much packed and on getting home, I felt kind of exhausted from all the emotional roller coaster the movie (The Fault in Our Stars) I saw gave me, I was still looking forward to going online to face the challenge for today. One thing I am definitely taking from this experience is, never to let anything get in the way of doing something better with myself and my time. If I entertain excuses then I have already cast the die for failure.

Many a times in life we dream about achieving a goal, we fantasize about accomplishing a feat which naturally creates a considerable level of excitement in us. However, no sooner than we’ve done this, we begin to set limits and boundaries upon ourselves. We beginning to conceive in our minds reasons why we can’t see it through. We allow self-doubt, self-intimidation and self-demoralization to kick in. Unfortunately the combination of these trio creates the wild-fire effect, which speedily razes down precious hopes & dreams.

Henceforth, I will wake up every morning smelling my own brewed coffee…

“Nobody can hold me down without my consent. No force can suppress me better than I can suppress myself. There are no limits on me so I will no longer live my life on the flat-line!” -Nubianwaters

-NW

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Writing 101: Day Nineteen: Don’t Stop the Rockin’

“Today is a free writing day. Write at least four-hundred words, and once you start typing, don’t stop. No self-editing, no trash-talking, and no second guessing: just go. Bonus points if you tackle an idea you’ve been playing with but think is too silly to post about.”

Day Eighteen: Supersonic Snails!

My little sister wanted yet another dog to keep as pet after the passing of Liebfraumilch our last dog. I prayed my mum would not succumb to her incessant pleas and drive over to her friend’s whose dog birth puppies in alarming multiples almost bi-annually. Well, maybe that’s sort of exaggerated but at twelve, that was the way I saw it. I was not keen about being Liebfraumilch nanny of which mum insisted. C’mon, at that age I felt unfairly burdened with such chore! And to top it, the cheeky dog would only come near me when it felt hunger pangs.

Anyway, my prayers got answered and mum out-rightly refused to get another dog. I watched my little sister bemoan mum for days which I think forced mum to come up with the idea of her having some other kind of animal as pet. She opted for snails and I felt such relief! At least, at her little age, she was capable of throwing them spinach without my help. So, she got four snails.

Everyday, as soon as we were home from school, I’d watch my little sister run over to her makeshift box pen and feed them more spinach. The soil in the box pen at this point had become a fine blend of green and dark. At times she hosed them down saying she was giving them a shower but I was just too glad I didn’t have to get involved at all.

Every morning, before leaving for school, my little sister would go check on her snails and I really didn’t like the fact that I had to wait impatiently for her to get the nonsense routine over with. However I noticed it had become habitual for her to forget to put the wire mesh lid on her makeshift box pen. This resulted in several escape attempts by one of the four snails. On one particular morning, I heard her yelling from the backyard ‘Emergency! Emergency!! One is escaping!!!

Though I resented the idea of getting involved with the snails, I helped her rescue the bailing snail. Somehow, the frequency of this occurrence increased and slowly I became her snail rescue guard though deep down I began to secretly wish they all make the great escape.

Well, one day we got back from school to discover a baby snail in the pen. Apparently, there was a married couple in the pen! Of course, she forgot to place the lid on the box pen before retiring for the evening that night. Guess what? By the morning, papa & mama snail together with baby snail were long gone never to be seen again!

– NW

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Writing 101: Day Eighteen: Hone Your Point of View

“Craft a story from the perspective of a twelve-year-old observing it all. For your twist, focus on specific character qualities, drawing from elements we’ve worked on in this course, like voice and dialogue.”