I’m currently not in my best of hair states. My hairline, like the global economy, is in recession. It’s not quite Naomi Campbell by any means. I blame it on years of braids + Ghana weaving and that youth feeling where you think you are invincible and nothing can touch you. I knew right from the get-go that I was at a disadvantage seeing as I inherited hair from my father’s side of the family. Only if fetuses get the option to choose the dominant genes they want (*big sigh*), but I digress.
I recently watched Chris Rock’s documentary film ‘Good Hair’ and it cracked me up. Apparently, looking good is good huge business; a billion dollar industry. I think I might be in the very wrong profession o.
But unlike Chris Rock who doesn’t get it, I completely embrace my relaxers and my weaves. I don’t need to understand or analyse what drives the industry. What I don’t embrace is the exploitation of my desire to have the kind of hair I want.
If I could get a gold coin for every piece of advice I have gotten for my hair and for every treatment I have undergone, I’d be a billionaire by now. I have heard it all; use only the kiddy-perm, cut it all off, go natural, stay off the creamy crack, wash your hair once a week (as if?! Who has that kind of time?), do didi, fix weaves, do not fix weaves, let your hair breathe, cover it up. I have even added the spiritual dimension, “God please let my hair grow out” is now a standing prayer point.
Arghhh! But as long as it comes from someone who seems to know a bit about hair, I’m jumping right on it. I am hoping to be the Christopher Columbus of hair; first to discover that elusive land of good hair we know must be out there.
While I’d really like for my hair to grow out and be luxurious, I’m not getting my knickers in a twist. The weave was made for me, it is my friend. But it turns out that I’m also being exploited on that front too. Apparently, Indian women still practice tonsure where they freely give out their hair as sacrifice at the Hindu temple. And that is the same hair I’ll spend > $400 for?!
Still, it’s a necessary evil. Imagine Lagos without weaves whether Indian, Brazilian or Peruvian? I shudder at the thought.
Or imagine going back to the times when the weaves about town were those synthetic, shiny, ever immobile hair. Thank God for better days.
At the end of the day, “good hair” is relative. You’ve just got to work with what u have, and weave in what u don’t got.