A Hair Story Part 2. My personal journey to loving the hair I’m in.

A Hair Story Part 2. My personal journey to loving the hair I’m in.

Written by: Stephanie Mashigo

Part 2:

Fast-forward to 2012 when my first daughter Gabrielle was born, she came into this world with a full thick head of hair. And by the time she was 3 months old, her crown had a life of its own. Gosh, I had no idea what I was doing when it came to her hair honestly. Everything in me said don't straighten it. She was so beautiful. The most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. I didn't want to change a single thing about her.

And as her afro got bigger she got more beautiful.

So I made it my mission to learn how to care for her hair. The early days were hard. A lot of the products on the market for curly hair were imported and that made them really costly. So I did what I knew how to do- without the relaxers of course. I moisturised with oils for the longest time and it kept her hair healthy I suppose.

Learning to care for Gabbi's hair was great and all but so often she'd watch me do my hair and ask me to make hers straight too. I'd refuse and tell her she's so beautiful with her afro. She never believed me I think because once in a while she'd convince me to blow out her hair.

 

And when she had her hair straight she felt beautiful which was great, you know. I wanted her to feel beautiful. She looked beautiful too. But she didn't feel that way with her natural hair. I didn't feel that way about mine either.

Now if you are a nattie (rocking your natural hair) like us, you know washdays are a thing. Especially if you have no idea what you’re doing. Those early days were rough friends. Lots of snot en trane you know (snot and tears for my English speaking friends)

Detangling was the absolute worst and all I endeavoured to do was make sure it was clean, moisturised to some degree and styled. We went with two pom-poms most of the time, sometimes one. I’d refresh her hair every 3rd day with a little water and more oils. But every Saturday was still a nightmare. Gabrielle would literally celebrate if I said I didn’t feel like doing wash day. 3 Looooong hours of torturous washing, detangling and styling. And when we were done Gabbi would always try to smile through her red faced, weepy eyes whilst admiring how beautiful she looked. Wash day was just awful man. So skipping it was worth celebrating I guess.