black hair as a veil into the African women’s soul
“I have an audition tomorrow, ” Wanda said to Wode,” they asked me to send a picture. I did, but… I haven’t told them I no longer have the hairstyle I had on the picture.
I don’t know, aarph.
I should have just kept it for one more day. You know?
I just don’t think..” *shrugs*
“I just don’t think they’ll think I’m as beautiful with my natural hair.”
Almost to highlight that they wouldn’t think so, but perhaps she might dare to. You know? She might take the risk and think of herself as beautiful.
In the distant future when she believed-it-believed-it she had a list of things she would do with it on. She’d travel to another province or another country with her natural hair. Go to a friends wedding with her natural hair. To her graduation with her natural hair. In the distant future, she might take the risk and walk up the aisle, to the altar to say “I do” with her natural hair. Continue reading “African Repunzel”