Jaja began her sorcery. She emptied a bottle of dye and hair developer into a plastic bowl — her miniature cauldron — then whisked the ghost-white paste with a fork. Using a wide-toothed comb, she dragged the paste from the roots down to the ends of my hair, which she later cocooned inside a translucent shower cap. She set the timer to 30 minutes and asked me to wait.
If my hair were a caterpillar, then I couldn’t wait to see a butterfly emerge from the chrysalis.