Last time I combed by hair

It's been 1 year, 2 months, 3 weeks and 6 days since I last combed my hair. That's just crazy and I absolutely love it! I think it sunk in this weekend. I was very busy doing chores, running errands for both myself and my Mom. It was just one of those busy weekends and at one point I passed a mirror, stepped back and looked in. I paused just for a moment and thought my locks looked just fine. I think that was the first time all day I'd looked at my hair. So finally in this journey, I can really say I am not my hair. It was a very liberating feeling.

Confusion

One day a while back, I wore a Chicago Bears jersey to work with #93 Ogunleye on it. I was stopped more than once by people asking me if I was Nigerian. Where was that coming from? The Jersey, the name or my locks? Why couldn't I just be a fan of a Bears defensive end? I thought it was odd that people went there. I mean I know Ogunleye is from Nigeria but come on, this is Chicago and I was wearing a football jersey!! Any sports fan knows that just means you're a fan.

Ok I got over that. Then a few days ago at Dominicks, three women walked up to me and asked if I was Jamaican? What the frack? Again, where was that coming from? I was wearing jeans and a tee shirt so it couldn't have been the outfit. Was it the locks? It certainly isn't the sound of my voice. They seemed so disappointed when I said no. Me, I'm just confused.

When did I become so international?