I know I have said this before but I will say it again, I love this process! I dove headfirst into this journey knowing it would be a tedious one. However, it is proving to be so fulfilling as well. I consider Ája to be pretty badass, and she is living up to her description with no doubts!
On Saturday, March 11, 2023, I lugged my haircare items over to my cousin’s house. I arrived just after 1:00 PM. I carved out five hours for this task as it has proven to be a time-consuming one as much as it is glorious.
I wanted to be sure I allotted enough time in my day to be available. This date was exactly 6 weeks from the last interlocking session.
As time moves closer to each wash and interlocking visit, I grow more and more elated. Watching what my hair has done since December 11, 2022, has opened my eyes to the beauty of haircare and why it is important for us to love our manes unconditionally.
We are what our hair can do
There is some truth in the above statement and a bit of falsity, too. We, Black women, are by no means, our hair, but we are what our hair can do. We can be full (of good & bad emotions), energetic, bouncy, exuberant, healthy, and inviting.
We can also be pillars of strength and power. And on our bad days, we can be weak, full of sadness, flimsy, lacking color, thin, and dull.
When I have my hair freshly done, I feel unstoppable. This feeling is akin to one that mirrors rejuvenation.
When my hair is on-point, my entire mood shifts — my world becomes a scene straight from my own fairytale meant to satisfy my needs only.
I am on Cloud 9 with all my luggage, headed for a brief stint on Happiness Row (IYKYK).
There is nothing and no one who can make me feel inferior when a fresh “do” has found its resting place as my crown of glory.
At the 4-hour and 30-minute mark, my cousin was done interlocking my microlocs. I could get up from the chair and check out the results before the next step.
I looked at our accomplishment in the bathroom mirror and smiled. I recall whispering something like, “This is really happening. It’s really happening” before I went back to the chair for the finishing touches.
What came next, I had already known about before arriving at her home, but it has been decades since I have had my hair “roller-set”. However, the process did not take long at all.
My cousin placed sponge/foam rollers in each section and advised me to let them stay in overnight.
I did as I was told.
Giving my hair the stage it deserves
The end results are what you see above. I love the look — how Àja is bouncy and free and full of life! I adore how full and inviting my hair looks.
I have been transformed into my highest self just from a grand total of 4 hours and 45 minutes.
What makes it all worthwhile is when someone who loves you takes the time to love on your hair, too.
My cousin has truly been a blessing. Her talents are abundant, but using her skills to create art with one’s hair is by far a favorite of mine.
I assume that I am not the only one benefiting from this journey. She is gaining more experience with this particular genre of natural hair.
I am relearning what my hair can do, and it has been a titillating educational process so far.
I have the rollers with me at home, and I will roller-set my hair again in about 3 weeks. I plan to have it washed and interlocked again in 7–8 weeks.
Wherever we go, I will be there
Wherever Àja takes me on this journey, I’m going to be there — in my full and whole self, waiting to see exactly what else she can do.
And when my hair is finally loc’d and ready for the world to view its introductory walk into the light, I will be overjoyed.
The path is a much-needed one, and I am still skipping it effortlessly and with a heart full of happiness.
This journey has lit up my life in ways I cannot describe. I am a prisoner of this kind of self-care and self-love.
I have my mom over for the weekend, and this is just a short clip from yesterday, of Jernee intently staring directly at me because she wanted some of what my mom was preparing to eat, which she could NOT have–sloppy joes!
When these two get together, a barrel of laughs is had. Lol. You can hear my mom talking in the background stating something along the lines of, “You keep saying she can’t hear and can’t see” and also, “She wasn’t paying me any kind of attention.”
My mom is a loud talker. Everything she says is at a volume I’d consider NOT being an “inside voice.” I’m certain that’s the blend of the Bronx, New York and West Savannah, Georgia deeply embedded in her upbringing. Lol!
I’m forever “Shushing” her and to no avail. Oh, but she is certainly funny, and Jernee & I enjoy her company from time to time.
She can be a bit much, though. This weekend, however, we are managing not to get on each other’s nerves too badly. So, I’ll take it.
Also, this is my first post using the Jetpack app which WordPress has basically shoved down my throat. Please tell me if the post is generated okay for you on your end.
I’ve also been using the Jetpack reader for about three days. Not bad. Not bad at all, actually. I may end up being a fan.
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