When Your Body Prophesies to You

Two years ago, a very reputable hairdresser used faulty straighteners and burnt my hair. The next day, in the shower, when I was trying to identify the strange odour, I remembered the last time I had smelt it: I was 12 years old, trying to ignite a gas hob, leaning over to check that the […]

How Our Muslim Student Became Auntie Boo

  My three-year-old son tightly twisted the long strand of strong black hair round and round his fingers as he emerged from the guest room yesterday. I peeked through the bedroom door and found my one-year-old daughter squatting on the floor, peering into a fish tank at the “fiffy”—a silky black Betta fish that fluttered […]

Pretty Girls Have Long Hair, And Other Lies

I grew up in a fairly conservative church. Not so conservative that women were forbidden to cut their hair, but the line between beautiful and long hair was drawn thickly and clearly. Pretty girls, godly girls, had long hair. So I grew out my hair. It did not go well. My hair flatly refused to cascade […]

When God Is a Handful of Stickers

It was a hot and sticky day, and we were taking our two little ones home from a day at London Zoo. We live in London, but the trip still takes one hour and fifteen minutes and by the time we were on train-change number two, my toddler was just about done with it all. […]

The God of Black Hair

I was born in August on a late Thursday morning. My mother was impressed with my pink lips and she was fascinated with my hair. That was about it. She had given birth to more beautiful children before me, but none of their hair could do what mine could do. According to my grandmother, who […]