I called Keziah as I was leaving my meeting at Wandsbek Markt to ask if she was home and I could bring around her stuff I'd brought back from Ghana in my suitcase. She said yes.
I arrived around 5/5:30pm. Her aunt from across the road was arriving as I went inside. I went inside and greeted Keziah. She had navy leggings, a white t-shirt, and her hair wrapped in scarf.
She unpacked the bag I'd brought all the way from Ghana, thanking me a few times. "Oh, my hair!" she exclaimed excitedly when pulling out the packets of hair she'd bought at the market in Ghana. She then saw the sneakers her contact had given me in Kumasi, and asked, "Oh are these the sneakers?"
She looked down hallway towards her dad and said in low tones that she would have to get rid of the bottles of alcohol when she picked up the other suitcase from me.
She saw the colourful hair packet and muttered something about her sister and the coloured hair she had bought, rolling her eyes and saying that she herself always just uses "black, black, black."