My head of hair. My crowning glory. Thick, coily and ever growing, I have put this ball of coils and kinks through so much. In the recent past, I coated it in creamy crack and now it is delicately twisted or left to stand proud and free.
As a child, my hair was in the hands of my mother and aunties who wove it into intricate hairstyles that I now wish I could recreate. Every weekend, I would get a fresh style that I would proudly wear during the school week. On special occasions, it would be more intricate sometimes with the addition of extensions.
My favourite was the Suku style. Rows of cornrows all meeting at the top of my head to form a tidy bun. This style always felt really ladylike to me.
I was also a fan of the Patewo - like two hands meeting across my head. I liked tucking the tail in to get a tidy finish or if I was feeling fancy I would tie a ribbon to the end.
This style is called Koroba but I always thought of it as the reverse Suku. The cornrows starting at the top of my crown, framing my face with colourful clips added. I loved shaking my head and hearing those clips rattle.
Threading is having a resurgence right now but this was the look back in the day. My hair wrapped tightly in shiny black thread and formed into interesting architectural shapes. My favourite thing about this style was how easy it was to take out. Snip the thread and pull.
I really hope that one day I can turn my hand to these styles and pass them down to future generations. In these styles lie my heritage and I feel closer to my roots when I wear them.
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