Dear dreadlocks

I had you in 2007 (if memory serves me well). This was after I a self-growth phase I had. A phase in which I questioned the meaning of black beauty and many other issues on blackness.

The first year of having you was trial by fire. The trips to the loctician were expensive and boy did he tugg at you or what! Always walked outta there with a headache and contemplating chooping you off and going back to keeping you nappy but undreaded. But I hung in there! Slowy but surely I learnt to take care of you myself, and have been ever since. I wash and retwist you every two weeks depending on how clean I keep you.

There was a time I thought you didnt look 'good enough' and felt like chopping you off. I had issues with your sizes- you're all so random, some really small at the back and thick at the top. Fortunatley enough I came across all the lovely dreaded folk on fotki. They all got all kinds of locs and i thought ok..this is how it is. Locs are different, they come in all shapes and sizes, they do their own thing. I love you flaws and all:)

Its been about three years now and I love you to bits! Yes sometimes you do frustrate the life out of me but looks like me and you are going to be together for life. Yes through all the horrid stares that doff people give us and through those blissfull moments when people look at us and think wow..look at her (i love those moments!) Oooh and dont we just love all the other locd up folk- they always smile back at us:)

loads of love

Solo xxx