Even despite health warnings from doctors, she remains defiant and undeterred. She's been advised her the hair could kill her either by bacterial infestation, strangulation, falling, or getting it caught under a bus or in a wood-chipper.
She says the hair-hive defines her, 'My hair has become part of me. It is my life. I will never cut it.'
Sounds heroic, but hearing more Asha sounds more like a head case than a hero. She insists, 'Cutting it would be equivalent to suicide. It would be like being a zombie.'
Asha calls her hair 'her baby' and says the monstrous mass cured her cancer, two strokes and two heart-attacks. Voodoo is big in Trinidad-Tobago where she was born.
Asha's going on a third husband. The first two prolly died from massive hair ball attacks.
