Monthly Archives: November 2012


Haha! I can just imagine the numerous thoughts going through your minds when you saw this title. Certainly not what you think. Its all about the twists.


I always admire my friend Foxy’s hair.  The first time I saw it, my mouth dropped to the ground. Literally. All was left to do was scoop it up with the shovel. You must understand  this. It was unheard of to sport locks in the past. Growing up, the men who wore locks in my community had  ‘plaits’ that were red/brown, thick, lumpy, unkempt and totally unattractive.  So I am sure you can understand my reaction when for the very first time I saw locks that were Black. Fine. Neat. Drop dead gorgeous! I vowed I would one day sport that hair but of course, I needed the conviction.



One day, I just decided to sport natural look again. Getting the perm out was no fun. I almost lost my patience with myself. But the moment the perm was out I totally enjoyed my hair. I wore it loose most times with varying assortment of COLOURS. All this time I knew I wanted to sport lock but did not get the conviction.   But I should have known that from I decided to stop perming  I had the conviction or it was close.

Then it came.

It was 10:00p.m. I was laying in bed enjoying my favourite past-time (reading) and the thought said “I am going to look my hair in the morning” and I responded “ok”.  Can you believe that? Actually talking to my thoughts! I jumped from atop the bed and looked beneath it and in closet to see if I was really alone…but as it turned out, I was alone and I wasn’t dreaming.  I was up at first light the following morning and sat before the mirror….. its been almost eight (8yrs) since and my locks is flowing….Love it.

  (this was 2011) MY HAIR!

Please! Do not touch it

I do not enjoy people touching my hair without my permission. As a matter of fact, it is not polite to touch other people’s hair without permission….well some of us don’t care.  I was on my way to work in a cab sporting one of my fabulous hair get-up. This lady sitting beside me kept looking….and looking…and looking…. Suddenly, the woman reached up, grabbed my head and spun me around. Shocked! Disturbed! PETRIFIED!   I quickly pulled away and with my bulging eyes, gave her a long hard look.

Woman (reaching towards me again): turn round deh

Me: I beg your pardon?

Woman (still reaching for me): turn round nuh, mi want see the style

Me :shoving her hand away): don’t you think the polite thing to do is ask me if you may look and TOUCH my hair

Woman: so wha you a gwan so fa?

Me: because it is my hair

Woman: lawd  missis, if you a turn round jus tun roun mek me see the hair style.  You a galang like is you one have hair. (hiss teeth, fold arms and glared at me)


Unbelievable!  I couldn’t wait to get out the cab. This lady did not see anything wrong with her actions. As far as she was concerned, she just wanted to see the hair style.  This speaks to the multiple characters in our society. Whether we like it or not, other characters like her exist and worse…run from them or face them.

Dor @ the reins