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Transition
The first few years I was natural I was really lost. I would wear mostly ‘fros and scarfs, or variations of the two. If I was lucky my roomie would braid my hair. Sometimes I would rock braids just in the front, with a ‘fro in the back. A few times she even did Allen Iverson skeleton braids.
My mom was not very fond of my uneven ‘fros, or my black t-shirt cover up bun. She would ask “Why don’t you go press your hair”.
I didn’t understand her dislike at first. I have always known her to have short hair. Half of the time it was natural.
A few weeks before graduation, my mom asked, “Should I get a perm or cut my hair?” I of course said, NATURAL!
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Styles • Afro • TWA (Tennie Winnie Fro) • Twist-Out • Lady Kinnks • Random Thoughts • Transition •
I take it for granted now…
But its nothing like running through the rain
Going to the club, dancin long and hard
Going swimming AND putting my head underwater
Breakin’ a sweat in the gym
Taking a long steamy shower
... WITH no hair worries
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I don’t do it often. When I am not doing Twist-Outs I rock the ‘fro.
How do I do it you ask?
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Candi Fulcher
As a young child, I had no frame of reference for “other.” Where I grew up everyone was like me, they played outside till the street lights came on, got their hair pressed in the kitchen for church on Sundays, and when playing tag tried their hardest not to be it. But in the second grade, I learned what “other” was and I was it.
In second grade, my family moved to a predominately white neighborhood, where I was one of five Black students in my school. While I focused on how different everyone acted, they were focused on how different I appeared. For my peers the largest difference was not my skin but my hair. They were amazed by my versatility. They could not understand that in one month’s time, I would have braids, twist and even hair as long and as straight as theirs.
I stopped relaxing my hair in January of 2004. It was after I had to take a semester off from school because I couldn’t pay the tuition. I don’t know if it was because my hair was the only thing I had control of at the time or if I just didn’t feel like dealing with it; but which ever it was going natural was the best thing I’ve ever done.
You never realize how important something like hair is, how it shapes who you are, how much it affects your self esteem until you have taken your hair out of its “comfort zone”. For as long as I can remember I’ve had a perm, and I’ve never had hair issues or I never thought I had hair issues. No one made fun of me because my hair was “nappy” or “kinky”. If anything I never heard these words in reference to my hair until I went natural. I gradually heard these things and being Ghanaian I heard other things that black culture may not be so privy to. For instance my aunt telling me I look like a Gollywog or Motalewaa -a Gollywog is similar to a gremlin or troll in African culture and Motalewaa is equivalent to the folk tale Americans know as Rumpelstiltskin. Read More
