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Friday, October 10, 2014
Going Back To Roots
A few years ago I had visited Nigeria and wanted my hair done. The lady was shocked to see that I had thick, kinky natural hair and asked if I wanted it relaxed. "Nope, I just want braids," I responded. But it's going to be hard and too thick, she responded. I turned, and looked at her. She was quiet and made my hair the way I wanted it to be. This truly surprised me. In a land where people are born with hair like mine, now it's becoming unacceptable to have? Well, it did not end there. Some people thought I had an Afro wig on when they saw my natural hair as if there was no way I would dare to have my hair like that.
But you know what? I'm really happy that these days, there is a wide spread of acceptance of black/ African natural kinky hair. I see more people going back to their roots, literally. It's refreshing and beautiful. Some people leave them puffy and some make them dreadlocks. What I'm hoping for the future is a wide acceptance of this hair texture at work places.
Wednesday, October 1, 2014
On Modeling: I Turned My Back and Never Looked Back
I rarely write about myself on my blog but I have decided to explain
the main reason why I didn't pursue modeling as a career to the
disappointment of most people. Here goes:
Some girls
have dreams of being models especially if they fulfill the fashion industry's
requirements. I was told time without number to delve into modeling full
time and that I might make it. Yes, there was that possibility. Then
after one specific trial, I turned my back on that so called dream. I
had bigger things to do with my time and energy and I couldn't work in a
narrow minded industry that had specific beliefs that I constantly disagreed with.
I
walked into an agency and walked out more confused than I've ever been.
Who decides what the acceptable standards should be? A friend told me
that I gave up too soon but I was only too happy to respond that I
wasn't going to subject myself to a standard that made me less than the
happy person I should be. It's not news that the modeling industry is
now embracing several nationalities and accepting diversity but what I
didn't expect was the discrimination within a certain ethnicity. I, of
course, identified myself as an African. It should be no surprise to
anyone who works internationally that Africans can have different
appearances. But what I found out shocked me. Apparently, there is a
kind of "African" that was easily embraced in the modeling industry. It
wasn't enough to be tall, and lanky. "Caramel," like I was called, was
not what they were looking for. It took me a moment to realize that they
meant my skin color. The African in me bursted out with a loud hiss and
a catwalk out of their presence. The follow up call I got that tried to
mend the situation said they were looking in terms of you know, the
"Wek" look; sweet dark chocolate like I call her. It didn't end there,
apparently my full head of hair was a problem too.
(ukoemem - Author; Ola Y - Editor)
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