Dreadlock action plan

AM’s hair is a mess. There, I’m not mincing words. I have nothing against dreadlocks, in fact I like them, but the dreads he’s acquired through wilful neglect of his hair are just dry and yucky. Phew, feels better to get that out in the open.

AM has promised his stepmother Obaapa that he will come to her salon & get his dreads sorted out, (i.e. combed out and re-done) but – well, that was a month ago and nothing’s happened.  Continue reading

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Going native

You'll have to read to the bottom to find out about this.

You’ll have to read to the bottom to find out about this.

The main reason you have been getting to read about our adventures in Kumasi, Mensakrom and the north, is that for the past month we have stayed in Asuoyeboah. For the first two weeks we ventured no further than the internet cafe. It’s only in the past two weeks that I’ve gone into the krom (city) a few times. Ah, the freedom!

Not that I regret spending so much time at home. It’s just been a different, more domestic focus. One of the reasons for this was that I discovered that there was no point in sending ActionMan to school. By the time he’d been sick and we’d traveled around a bit, there were only three weeks left until the end of term, which would be mostly taken up with exams. Continue reading

The dreaded locks

ActionMan took me by surprise yesterday when he announced that he intends to go to Obapaa’s salon just before we leave for our overseas trip and get dreadlocks, so he can see what it’s like to have them. (Of course, at the rate at which he has(n’t) been combing his hair, I reckon he could have dreads tomorrow at the cost of only a little judicious teasing.  In fact, we could even have online support for this project.) Continue reading

So it’s Yo to the ‘Fro

DadaK approved of the combed Afro the other night. He nodded seriously and said, “It looks fine, but you must keep it well”. This counts as a major shift for him, so I hope ActionMan appreciates it

ActionMan has had an important hair-ally in his stepmother, Obapaa, who runs a braiding salon, and is therefore used to all kinds of adventurous hairstyles. Once before, she did a big condition & comb – his hair looked amazing. Now I’ve got rid of the worst of the tangles, she’s offering to do it again, with a slightly different product combination, that may make it easier for him to manage.

And check out this hair bling blog, for proof that not all white mums are hopeless with African hair. You too, can braid with the best of them!

Hair Despair

What blog about African heritage children/teens would be complete without a section devoted to hair? Kinky, bushy, nappy; cornrows, dreads, perms, braids; product, product, product!

I used to think, being the mother of a boy, that I’d escaped the hair despair of other non-African mums. Yes, I could laugh smugly at a friend’s story about how mixed children in England got called one-bunchers, because all their white mothers could manage to do with their hair was tie it all up into one recalcitrant bunch. I could tut-tut when desperate mothers straightened their daughters’ hair (all those chemicals!). And naively, I would think it could never happen to me.

And then ActionMan started high school. And decided to grow his hair … Continue reading