I am Not my Hair | by Farida Bagalaaliwo | An African Essay

I remember sitting between my mother’s knees, feeling my 5inch/6inch hair pulled and prodded with love, just so; hairpins stuck in the back, left, right and center to hold that little short mass of hair into a ‘puff'(bun). My face scrunched and wincing with each pull of the brush, and an occasional “ouch” when the […]