"Beneath the Braids: A Symphony of Pains and Empathy"

in #hivenaija10 months ago

In the heart of a bustling community, where stories are woven into the very fabric of daily life, there exists a narrative that transcends the art of braiding. "I am not a braider," a humble voice echoes, yet within those words lie a profound understanding of the pains and struggles etched into the journey of those who stand behind the chair, crafting intricate masterpieces with every twist and turn.

The tale begins with the acknowledgment that one need not be a braider to intimately grasp the challenges faced by both non-professional and professional braiders alike. Long hours become the crucible in which the craft is forged, a relentless journey where feet stand firmly rooted to the ground, bearing the entire weight of the body. The chair, though seemingly inviting for a moment's respite, rarely allows the luxury of sitting down, revealing the unforgiving nature of the braiding process.

As the hands dance through strands, the fingers, once agile, succumb to the strains of the art. One to two hours into the intricate braiding process, the fingers begin to hurt, turning a telltale shade of red. Each movement, each pull, transmits the sensations of the attachment through the fingers, a tactile experience that becomes a silent narrative of its own.

The journey delves into the depths of the braider's physical ordeal, exposing the unimaginable pain that takes residence in the middle back. It's as if the spine itself threatens to give out, the weight of creativity taking its toll. Shoulders, once steadfast, weaken and droop under the relentless burden of bringing a vision to life. During the struggle, the ticking clock becomes a constant companion, a reminder that time presses on, and the question lingers: When will this intricate tapestry be complete?

Despite the severe pain, the braider persists, navigating through the twists and turns, pushing towards the elusive finish line. However, the journey doesn't conclude when the last braid is secured. Instead, a new battle begins when the braider finally rests. No position, no ergonomic respite, can alleviate the stiff back created by the hours of standing. The war, silent and internal, unfolds as the body rebels against the toll it has borne.

"I am not a braider," reiterates the voice, a refrain echoing through the physical and emotional strains of the journey. The proclamation transcends a mere disclaimer; it is a testament to the lengths one is willing to go to bring joy to the little ones, whose happiness becomes a guiding light through the labyrinth of pain.

In the aftermath of the creative storm, the narrator, not a braider but an empathetic observer, resonates with the feeling of a 90-year-old, wearied by the back pains that linger long after the chair is vacant. The wish to avoid the journey again lingers in the words, a poignant plea for reprieve from the arduous cycle.

In essence, this is not the voice of a braider, but a compassionate witness to the trials and tribulations woven into the intricate craft. "I am not a braider," but through these words, the understanding blossoms that the journey is far, a winding path marked by both the beauty crafted and the silent sacrifices endured beneath the braids.

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