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Questioning Your Crown In a Post-Racial World

Before the end of 2017, my natural hair would tire me. The stress, time, cost and pain would make me almost put the hair straightening chemicals back in. I commonly have to revisit why natural black hair is important in an era when our coils are part of our core.

In the mid-2000's, a huge number of African and Black women would transition from permed hair to natural hair; joining others on a journey to discover themselves through their hair.

My earliest memories of hair care date back to when I was around 6-years-old. My mother would always take my sister and I to the hairdresser, where we would be styled with elaborate braids.

We have all been there. Being shoved in between the thighs of a Mai Kiso - the name for hair stylists in Northern Nigeria. I was so uncomfortable but this discomfort had nothing on the pain that accompanyied the shedding of strands as my braider combed my hair.

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