The power behind choosing natural hair

A black child is born, her hair is of course African-ly and black-ishly constructed by God’s natural verdict of granting her a hair harder than that of a white person or a racial mixed person or of course any other racial person except her. She grows up and her parents decide on her behalf that  hair products will be proper for her because they will make her look beautiful and the hair will of course revolve softer, like that of a white person or mixed racial person. She continues to grow up and starts having choices of what to wear and most importantly which hair to maintain. She continues using the heating products. From relaxers as they call them to tools that straighten her hair.

Salon appointments, one after one. Money after money she gives to the hairdresser that has to make sure that the products, from big companies that take money from black people are always available. Relaxing her hair this week, the embarrassing laugh can arise cause appears within two weeks. She has to go back and treat the hair to make it shiny and softer; paying right after that of course. Within a year she has spent over 25 000.Weaves prices are included of course. Of course you must think about the expenses of transport, paying the hairdresser, buying hair foods as they call them to keep the hair well fed everyday. According to her, she has to look that way to maintain her beauty.

Her cousin has natural hair. Not because she cannot afford the weaves and the package that comes with having fake and softer hair but because she is self realised. She is conscious enough to love and respect her hair. The powerful attachment she has with her hair, She wakes up, wash it, comb it and continues to look blackishly beautiful with a big natural hair that looks like the blessings granted to her by the Gods that respects the verdict enough to let it  live on. Few years later her hair is all locked up and dreadlocked beautifully. Symbolizing the beauty of a black child and the roots given to her. What makes her laugh often is that those with fake hair usually look at hers and envy it with questions like “How did you do that?”.Statements like “Your hair is beautiful”. Of course, she knows that. They could have eaten the same dish had they kept their hair. Why are they surprised? Are they mentally oppressed enough not to realize that the cells of their hair do not produce what they have now?

Economical oppression is so invested in their minds that they don’t realize that this products were made for them so that they  can come back again for more. Think about it, they relax their hair and two weeks later they come back again. Just by doing that the profits of white monopolist hair products increases. A nature haired person goes many years without relaxing her hair yet she survives still, and these natural hair products are just optional packages for her. YES someone will say “if you can’t afford Indian or lace weave please shut up and let us have it our own way with our money”. It is not about you affording, it is about your inability of going a week with your own hair because it makes you feel dirty and naked. Yes put on the weave and heat the hair but do record this in your mind… “Black people are the victims of colonialism and they still are. You are mentally colonized because you cannot stand your own hair. You are colonized because you think weaves and heated hair makes you look beautiful. You, black child!!!!!You are unfairly owned because you are the only one who depends on weaves.They actually make hair for you. White/Indian or even mixed race people don’t go around with fake hair”.

Knowing that  “there is a power behind choosing natural hair” is a first step to mental freedom.


Dear my hair by Tebogo Phakedi

Looking at you now, I remember how we all grew together. The sad good part is that I was cutting you along the way only because I could not understand the measure and solidness of you. I remember how mom used to cut you off and turned you in to curls that were cut shortly, well it was kind of cool because that cost her only R20.00.I was little to understand that you were worth more than that.

I look at you now and beat myself up for using chemicals that are always praised and called relaxers to make you look softer and longer, well I hope you did not blame me because I did not know that I could still rock you hard and thick. Was it you punishing me when you got growth few weeks after I relaxed you? Well I guess so but can we laughably agree that I took a good care of you? I was the “it girl” rocking a soft “lephondo” everyday at school, knowing very well that you will only mate with hairpiece during December, three days before Christmas. Gone are those days J.I always jumped excitedly knowing very well that I will be whipping you on braids while I am wearing new clothes and of course wait for the 1st of January to do that again.

I am playing with my dreadlocks now and I can feel the connection. It’s a soulful thing. I will never regret the day I took off all my hair two years ago and decided to go natural. I guess I finally accepted who I was and held you tight just to start this journey together. I could not be afraid of cutting my hair off anymore. I went bald just to start all over again and it was a dearly conscious decision that I had to do alone. I gave the same person who used to take me to salon the responsibility of taking the ruined chemical hair out and release me from prison.

Few months after feeding my soul and my Rastafarian thoughts in to my natural hair, my hairdresser finally locked you and I can never be proud of myself like that. I am sorry for not understanding that you were worth more than the money I spent at the salon. All I had to do was to spend none and just go natural because at the end it was never about the money. People need to understand that their hair is a big deal and I have learned that too. You have increased the Africanism and consciousness that is within me. I don’t see myself blazing happily on weaves because I know many women  wear them not because they are exquisite but because they cannot stand owning up to their hair. It is very wrong for an African Woman to feel naked with her hair. That is being a mental prisoner.

Thank you for growing all over again. I look at you everyday and realize how beautiful you make me look and feel. My beautiful big chicks gravelly stands out and smile at you. My hairdresser tenderly seduces you and my dear he loves doing that. He loves his job and I know he is taking you serious. I will never hair dry you and you will never feel the heat of a relaxer ever again.