Nappy Hair & Black women self-love..

As I was at the hairdresser yesterday removing my bunch of fake-real-brazilian sewn in hair,& displayed my wooly afro to the Ladies in presence, nicely blow drying their relaxed ex-nappy hair, I was only getting attacked through one question: when are you going to relax your hair? & even worse the salon owner, told me straight in my face: « It’s time to relax your hair ». Before she even finished I jumped out of my chair, about to lose my temper & as I breathed in few seconds to get my self control, I heard myself reacting: »This is my head & my hair, I do as I feel & please with it ». She stepped back, stared at me mouth opened & stayed silent. She knew I was DAMN right even though I don’t live in a country as free as th  States, i still have my right to have natural hair. After having made a nice moroccan rhassoul mask mixed with cholesterol & essential oils , as advised by Akua Wood ( , feeling energized & natural, a friend of mine entered the hair salon & asked me the hated question staring at me as if i was an Alien from the Nappy Planet: « When are you going to relax your hair? », I sat still & answered :NEVER.

So that little story bugged me & i realized that what all these black women disliked about me was the fact that I was reflecting an image of who they really were , before the hair relaxing process. Not that I am condemning it, but I am claiming my right not to relax my hair.Is that a crime to remind my sisters their pre-relxing era afro? So why can’t we just learn to love ourselves without mimicking Paris H. or Barbie Blonde with her soft silky straight blond hair. I was wondering if I looked uglier with my Afro? So what? Do you judge me from the straightness of my hair? Why should I attack chemically my hair if I can weave them  or even wear a lace wig?

So believe me or not , I am proud of my nappy hair, who feels so soft & silky & not to please you, you & you, I will not relax my hair now. I can braid them, weave them, cornrow them, etc. And please if I remind you a part of yourself you wanted to forget about (the coarse , non relaxed hair), turn your head or close your eyes but Let me be .

One love.

Naboulove (copyright 2010)