I read about people either loving their TWA to death or missing it because they’re rocking some other hairdo. Well…
I’m not one of them. I didn’t hate my afro, but I wasn’t madly in love with it, either. It was nicely shaped, thick and hard to manage. Wet or dry, it was somewhat painful to comb (it broke teeth in afro combs.) My ex-braider had to wet it to make it a little easier to part. My ends sounded like firecrackers when I combed it. No matter what I did to moisturize it or how often I washed my hair with endless bottles of moisturizing 2-in-1 shampoos, it was never soft to touch. The only good thing about my ‘fro is that my daughter was rocking a baby one – and she looked damned cute, too. We matched so it was easy to see where my daughter inherited her good-looks. LOL.
Eventually, I decided to lock my hair and I didn’t look back. I haven’t even shed a tear since my babies took up residence on my scalp. My daughter’s afro is thick and beautiful, but LAWD do I have a time trying to do that chick’s hair (her hair is a hodgepodge of mine and her father’s textures so I do ponytails and twists.) But, is there something wrong with me not missing or caring for the TWA? Should I feel guilty about my indifference toward the beloved TWA?