Accompanying a friend at hospital... We walk into the consulting room and immediately the nurse pounces on me touching the ends of my dreads. She asks if they’re real...firstly I wanted to knock her out for touching me as though I was a piece of meat to be prodded and poked secondly I wanted to say, “No they’re all artificial” but I didn’t...it was my best patronising smile instead. Then the nurse said, ‘an African friend of mine who sometimes is a Jamaican has dreadlocks too, he likes Bob Marley and Burning Spear?!!!’ I was speechless how can you sometimes be a Jamaican????
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