The TORTURE I faced.

I mean every word i say.
I took my my weav-on off, and i was too lazy to go to the saloon, so i pleaded with my husband to wash my hair for me. He was ironing his clothes when i asked, he stopped dead in his path, and he burst out laughing. i took a good look at myself to be sure all was well. while doing this. he quietly said i will wash it for you , don't worry it will be fun.
He continued ironing and i layed down and waited, while i watched my TV show. Out of no where he asked me, shebi you wash it like though you are washing a shirt and squeeze. I sat up and asked him if he was serious, and he answered me that he wanted to be sure. I explained that its different from washing clothes. He continued ironing and told me he will be ready in a bit. When he finally was ready, i followed him to the bathroom and bent my head forward. then he poured the water on my hair that poured onto my face and neck. I objected and told him to was just my hair ooo. He continued on his uphill task, he put the shampoo on and told me it wasn't foaming and he will like to using the bar of bathing soap. I told him that the first time doesnt always foam that he should continue.
When he poured the water on the hair and the dirty water ran down, he took his soap and water and washed his hand. Then he contined he started to wash my hair like a shirt and i immediately screamed because it hurt. I told him to rub it and when he was done, he squeezed like he was squeezing a shirt this time i hit him. I completed washing my hair, while he stood there and laughed.
I dried my hair and combed it, but i felt like killing him.
MEN.....