Several years ago, thirteen years to be exact I went to West Virginia to preach wearing the cutest thick, super naturally curly afro. A beautician offered to give me a free perm. Oh how we like FREE. The very next morning I was combing clunks of hair out of my head. That continued to the point that I wore a wig for a decade. It was a cute one, not super straight and stringy. When it wore out, and I was unable to duplicate it I tried relentless to grow my hair using everything from---...