Blacky and Nappy
I was born and raised in Gabon with only 3 years far away from my continent. I grew up proud of me and to be who I am despite all. Teenager, I was getting confused to a senegalese/malian girl because of my ebony complexion and maybe my physical appearance. I was proud of how God created me and I’m still. Everybody liked my complexion, I was even used as an example on the matter. In the rare taunts, I didn’t care, I was beautiful, I’m beautiful! For me, beauty is how you see yourself and not what people think or say.
Then, during 5 years, I lived in Ghana, that beautiful country that taught and gave me a lot. Thank you so much Ghana! Over there, I learnt how to appreciate the black woman in all her splendour, from hard working, proud to be black, and to represent her continent. How to not fall in this trap?! I remember quite well, during my shopping sprees in Accra, at Madina or Makola market, I was frequetly called BLACKY. If it wasn’t blacky, it was: my sista, menuabaa woho y3y3 oooh (my sister, you are pretty) despite the sun and the frequent water problems. My reaction was never negative, in contrary, I replied with a beautiful smile and I added: Hi!
In Poland since 3 years, I take into consideration realities, I’m not going to reinvent the wheel. Black is black, even if you are light skin, mixed or albinos. No one is the most beautiful or the ugliest. Frizzy, curly, relaxed, our hair will never be like white people. If they are Allelujah!!! On the other hand someone will put you in the right path in one way or another: you think that you are white? are they your natural hair? You look different today (probably because you change your wig/hair extention) … I prefere your relaxed hair. Are they brazilian or peruvian hair? etc… All these questions often intend to denigrate the person, the frizzy hair, to change their texture or to adopt the excessive extention hairstyle. Honestly, these questions are very ambarassing and pitch my heart because they reveal the hiding side. There are many women who dislike to be asked if they wear hair extention or when we put fingers in their hair. Even their husbands don’t have the right! what a pity! I’m not ashamed of my natural hair.
Afro salons are 2, 4, 5 hours from my house, prices and the distance (in and out) are running me away. I see more and more women accepting themselves, to be true, and beautiful with their natural hair. Thinking… I became NAPPY. Don’t ask me why. It’s nice, and why not?! I want to be “free” and show that afro hair is as beautiful as all hair types and extentions. With a routine and simple products and voila! It’s my opinion. One of my wildest desire, would be to proudly stand up on the globe and shout: I’M PROUD, I’M BLACKY AND NAPPY.
This is my story. I love and accept myself.
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