Reflecting back on my hair journey, I now see that it was finely woven in other aspects of my life. The analogy is clear. Imagine, sisters of the Diaspora, the state of your hair before you sit at the lap of a freshly anointed African braider. Your hair asserts a life of its own, and for the moment it is free, unrestricted from the boundaries of braids and the boundaries of life imposed by other people—significant and insignificant.

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