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I have always been curious about  what my natural hair looks like, I became conscious that I carry a relaxed hair at age 10 when I sat for the common entrance examination at Queen Elizabeth School, Ilorin, Nigeria. My mum packed my hair in a bun and added beads and butterfly clips, eyes were on me from the gate, to the screening office to the classroom where I wrote my exams,everyone was complementing my mum for taking really good care of me, my nice skin, nice hair spoke for my mum indeed, as young as I was I could not help but smile modestly and pretend as if it was nothing really.
   I strolled out of Queen Elizabeth School with my mum after my exam, and eyes were still on me, people were whispering “look at that girl’s hair”  I was enjoying the attention until I felt the eyes on me leaving me, their gazes slid off gently like butter exposed to heat, I turned and I saw her, she came for the batch B examination, people started commending her kinky hair instead and some even said her kinky hair would triple mine when stretched, I was annoyed because  my hair was back length! so that means hers would be waistlength when stretched , I glared at her until she turned at the corner, the front of her big gown disappeared first,her shoes, then her gown but her hair took extra minutes before it disappeared, I forgot about her the moment my mum and I board a cab and a woman with twins started complementing my hair asking me to rub my head against her female twin’s head, we laughed it off and that was my first encounter with natural hair, I thought the hair is natural in as much as there is no added hair.
    The natural hair issue came again, when I started noticing the change in my hair, they were jet black and curly, but I started seeing this lifeless straight brown/black hair that falls off at any slight provocation when I take out a style . I complained to my mum and she replied me with the usual, “you are not taking care of yourself” phrase, blaming my pimples and new skin tone on my inability to scrub my skin well while bathing when actually the sun and stress and hormones were affecting me, whenever she says that I would meekly hand her the hair that fell off, they always form a big chunk that reminds you of Ghanaian puff puff, I kept losing hair but nobody noticed because I still managed to maintain a shoulder/back length hair, all was “well” with my hair until I stumbled upon a NATURAL HAIR page on Facebook… 


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I am not cute or built to suit a fashion model size, but when i start to tell them, they think am telling lies, i say, it is in the reach of my arms, the span of my hips. I am a woman phenomenally, phenomenal woman,that's me - Maya Angelou.

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