Mo’ Hair Gro’ Hair

From our founder:
This morning my mind wandered a bit…

I was sitting in the back of a small car as we, with our faces plastered against the windows, drove through town. I probably looked like a small town country girl on her first visit to the big city. Normally I lead a very quiet life typical of many SAHM’s of that time. Anyway, our cab had come to a stop  and a group of locals lead by a very pregnant, skin glistening with oil, young woman followed the very noisy and joyous celebration of family and friends of the impending new birth.  Our driver in a very thick french accent talked a little about this local custom. That was Abijan, Côte d’Ivoire.
West Africa

West Africa

Then I drifted back to memories like many of you, sitting on the floor and feeling the cool touch of the hair grease and the warmth of my mom’s fingers as she lined my parts. It felt sooo good; right before styling the inevitable scalp massage would follow. First along the temples, the kitchen and eventually the crown. Moms would always end these rituals with a blessing “mo’ hair, gro’ hair and indeed it did.
Interlocked hair before moisturizing

Hair before moisturizing

So this morning while looking in the mirror and reaching for my herbal growth that particular time, it reminded me, some of us (and I’ve been guilty too) don’t take the time out to oil and massage that scalp once locked. Before locked I brushed and combed which essentially stimulated my scalp daily. Not only does it feel good, it helps blood flow to those hair follicles and as well as spreads oils along the shaft.
Moisturized Dreadlocks

Moisturized Nappylocs

My Kili Trip

We set up the blog to provide tips about what we do with our hair and our products but it can become quite boring for you to read and for us to write if that’s all we discuss. So please bear with us as we attempt to move beyond the hairstyle and encourage you as well as ourselves to embrace our natural beauty while enjoying life. A member of our family recently had the chance to go to Mount Kilimanjaro, and this is what he told us about it.
Hike in Washington State

Hike in Washington State

They said that the best way to prepare for Kili was for me to go hiking; pack my backpack full, strap on my boots and hit the trail. I tried to go somewhere new every weekend, but a hard bike ride or a long run were good substitutes when I didn’t have much time.

There were 11 of us in total; most of us were a few years out of college, but there was a couple in their 50s, often times leading the charge up the mountain.  We took lots of breaks to snack on some clif bars, drink water and bust out the jolly ranchers if things got really rough.
During the breaks, some of the porters would try and talk to me in Swahili. I smiled and shook my head, in which they often replied “You speak English? Ahhh Rasta! Peace and love man”.
 We were walking excruciatingly slow and I was still out of breath, it was extremely cold at night, and I had altitude headaches most evenings. But the biggest hurdle was on summit day, after walking for several hours I realized still had miles and miles to go. The peak still looked like a tiny speck in the distance. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done (and possibly ever will do), but the view of the sunrise at the top, and finally reaching the sign at the roof of Africa made it all worth it.