HE'S HAIR IS 25 YEARS OLD

Keith Valentine Graham, better known as Levi Roots, is a British-Jamaican reggae musician, television personality, celebrity chef, businessman and multi-millionaire currently residing in Brixton, in south London. The 58 year  old has failed to cut his hair for the past 25 years because of his religious affiliation ( Rastafarian). he does clean it every two days and then apply a little of coconut oil to them.

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