How far?-

 I've long ago given up on having front hair. The tiring resources and time spent on it seemed to have been in vain. From virgin hair relaxer to damatol. Even gentle touch product. Aargh!

This was my last stop in the salon concerning anything, hair matter. I was just doing this because my cousin's wedding was in a forth night and I wanted to do some Brazilian stunt-hair-thingy.
'Hmmn', the hair stylist sighed. 'Have you tried using olive oil rejuvenating hair product?', she asked expecting a negative reply.
'Yes! Still in my drawer somewhere', I said trying to sound sweet.
She took a good look at me through the mirror while oiling it with some product.
'How often?'
'Ehn?'
'I said how often', she repeated.
‘Ehm, ehm, I think I used it for two weeks or thereabout.'
'See! That’s the problem. You don’t use it long enough!'
'Long enough? I don’t have the time for all that.'
'Well lady, when you decide that you're tired of chop chop hair, you know what to do'
As I left her salon that day, I couldn’t help but wonder all the things I had stopped doing because there wasn’t 'enough time' to continue.
For some of them, there were genuine reasons I allocated to them- I needed more experience, or better people or more resources, but there were no specifics as to when exactly I'd take time to affect those reasons.
For others, I'd sincerely lost interest and needed encouragement. My state reminds me Elijah. He had done the right thing killing all the prophets of Baal, now Jezebel wanted his head (1kings19). It was the logical thing to run away, and gradually lose interest in doing the right thing. But God wasn’t done with him...like He's not done with me.
Today marks day 10 of consistently using my hair product to rejuvenate my seemingly balding hair. I decided to. There’s no point postponing it anymore, besides, I want to use my hair for my wedding!