The Other “Big Chop”

This set of locs I started when I became pregnant with my first child. I had gone 7 years with my first set.

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Nappy Locs 2008

 

But I yearned for the afro’s and braids and “versatility”…spelled “W O R K”. I didn’t realize I was giving up the ultimate wash and go style for what seemed like the song that never ends.

(There’s a throw back for all us 80’s babies)

No longer could I get up 20 minutes before I needed to be at work. I would just run my fingers through my locs as I was brushing my teeth.

P1010031After I cut them, I had to sleep in a bonnet ( not at all sexy), brush it, oil it, braid it. My beloved puff was too drying. The braids made my scalp scream, and all of a sudden I started getting too many comments. I felt like it was becoming a distraction. The quality of my work was no longer the topic of the day, but how I styled my hair. Soon I found myself in two strand twists.

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Then twists with extensions. (How that lady spent 8 hours on my head for only $60 I will never know, but I tipped generously.)

I began to ask myself, why take my twists down every few weeks, only to do it again? Don’t get me wrong. I am not saying my natural hair is unmanageable. It does not need to be tamed, or heaven forbid burnt into submission. Nor am I saying locs are no-maintenance. They still need regular care.

None the less, I feel free. And until I feel the itch to have the sun on my scalp, my locs will stay long and lovely.

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Nappy Locs 2015