This happens pretty often these days. I’d like to share with you the most recent random encounter I had with a fellow natural… Step onto the train, headed home. I caught the stare of a lady with locs sitting across from where I was standing. She started mouthing something to me (whilst some Beyonce song was bumping in my ears), giving me a “thumbs up”, gesturing towards her own hair. I figured out she was saying she liked mine (a bun of consisting of Marley braiding hair). Now wait. She should talk! Shoot. HERRRR locs were GORGEOUSLY styled in some kinda knotted, twisted, criss-crossed bun-type… Ok. Let’s just say it was BEAUTIFUL! I told her so. She thanked me. I went back to my corner…and Beyonce. Just when I thought that was the end of it, she comes over and asks to take some pics of my hair, “now that’s what…