I Tell You No Lye

Around October last year I kinda felt a need to do something different and authentic. Something that would make sense to me. What came instantly to my mind was my hair. Just to set the scene here… I had braids, which I had done for a wedding in July…I came back to Oman, and tried to have them in for as long is I possibly could without making other people uncomfortable (if you know what I mean).
Anyway I finally took them out and had about an inch and a half of virgin hair… So I decided not to put relaxer and grow out my hair, keeping it pure and unadulterated! I’m am officially what you call a Transitioner. And a couldn’t be more excited. Seeing my hair, I mean my real, God given hair, I can’t believe that I believed the myths about African hair; that’s its impossible, unmanageable, unflattering, embarrassing, the list goes on.
For the past 6 months I have been putting oils on my hair and scalp and the results are amazing. I actually can’t wait for the relaxed strands to completely disappear from my head!! Its so amazing!
You are probably wondering what would even make me want to do something like this ordinarily I would never have considered it but I think I started thinking about it after watching Chris Rock’s “Good Hair”. In the movie, if you remember his daughter asks him how come she doesn’t have ‘good hair’ and he is shocked at a 3 year old’s recognition of the world’s imposition on black women to have silk smooth straight hair. Now at the time, I had not had my own bambino, but when Sophiah was born, I had this desire to make her little world perfect. I wanted her to remain untouched by the things that make little girls feel inadequate and less than perfect in this world. Of course there was no way I can control things like that, but I turned to what I could control; my influence in how she perceived herself. So, I did a little self acceptance of my own and let my natural, kinky,curly, nappy hair grow out and meet the world! Its a legacy that I’d like to leave for her, the knowledge that she has a choice, society or the media doesn’t dictate who and what she should be. All she needs to know is that when God says she is “fearfully and wonderfully made” He meant it, kinky locks and all.

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You Are Not Special

Ok, so it turns out I’m not sas tech savvy as I thought…couldn’t put the video in the post…something about ’embedding’ …I’m yet to figure that out…
So I put up the transcript of the speech from another blogger who I’m following…. Take a few minutes to read it and let me know what you think
Luv

LIFE and Leadership by Chris Brady

Someone sent me the transcript from a commencement speech.  The title and beginning featured a slightly shocking pattern interrupt. In other words, they caught me by surprise. I found myself so intrigued I read further, and eventually realized that, unlike 99% of everything else I ever receive, I could not stop reading this. I have included it below in its entirety for your enjoyment and pondering. I love how it concludes, and think there are many, many fine points made along the way. Oh, if we could only think and behave thus!

Here it is!

Here’s a new one in the annals of commencement speakers. A teacher at Wellesley High School in Massachusetts gave his address to the Class of 2012 and blasted the students, telling them over and over, “You’re not special.”

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David McCullough Jr., an English teacher at the school, delivered his rather unusual…

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Hello world!

Finally! After much dilly dallying, I am finally posting my first post. I’m actually ashamed to admit that I did have thoughts of just letting the idea die a natural death…I wondered if I’d really would be able to do this blogging thing; I mean one would wonder there I was five years ago when others were jumping on the blogging train. Oh well, so here I am…
So, for my first post I have a really great video of a commencement speech from Wellesley High School in Massachusetts, USA.
It gave me a lot to think about, especially since its been…10ish years since I myself left high school…these words could not be more true. What do you guys think?

Miss Bk