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My mother always said that ‘A Woman's' hair is her crowning glory’.
And how true that is. We spend millions each year as a Black community, on
Extensions, Weave-on, Relaxers, Micro braids, Texturizers….I could go on, but
you get the picture! It never used
to be this way. A quick once over with the hot-iron comb, (which had been
resting on the gas stove far too long), was the closest we got to ‘style’. |
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I remember when my
Mother decided to ‘experiment’ with her style-on me! Instead of the normal corn-rows for Monday morning at school, I knew
something different was coming up! She started from the back, (bad sign),
and worked her way carefully to the front…the excitement was building, she
couldn’t wait for the finished results. I couldn’t wait. It
was dreadful !!
I cried, begged, pleaded for her to
take them out, but it was ‘created’ and off I had to go. I looked like a
deer with antlers! That was the worst hair day of my school life. We came to
a compromise after that, I could do my hair myself, providing I went to a
reputable hairdresser, and looked after it well. Here came the braids. They
were long and flowing, and …HEAVY! But I loved it…and a whole new world was
opened to me, but boy I had no idea of how much money it was gonna take!
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