She was born with puffy, thick, curly beautiful hair which was healthy and long when it was unadulterated. Unfortunately her hair’s unique form and texture was short-lived, thanks to society’s Eurocentric appreciation of beauty. She was told to cover up her ‘shame’ before she would be seen as beautiful, be employed or married. Your hair is just too kinky, her loving but sadly confused mother would say and on a bad day she would add ‘you are too dark skinned my angel, life would be too difficult for you’. ‘Mama can be crazy sometimes’ she would say, but when she turns on the television and picks the magazine. Oops! Could mama be right? Then daddy comes home with a doll for her and says, ‘this is a beautiful doll for you, my dear!’ to her utter dismay, the doll looks just like the women in the magazines. Ouch! Confusion sets in. ‘Am I beautiful?’ she would ponder. The straw that finally broke the camel’s back was when the pretty girls at school would not play with her and nickname her, ‘kpenkpeshi’ (coarse hair). She believed her natural hair was spongy and ugly. Beauty was white, with long, silky, straight hair like that of the he-goat’s beard. Not inferior, less attractive kinky, puffy hair like hers. ‘Mama, please put relaxer in my hair! And do whatever in order to have it silky, straight and shiny’ she told her mother. Little did she know that the hair relaxer would completely utter the chemical makeup of her hair which is likely to cause scalp irritation, hair damage, hair loss and chemical burn. She applied the relaxer to her hair for years but the length remained the same. ‘Don’t worry’ said her hair stylist, ‘African women do not have good, long hair anyways, you can always put on Peruvian or Brazilian weaves ’.