Scalp-Greasing: A Black Hair Ritual

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Greasing or oiling the scalp has historical roots for black Afrikans born in America. In fact as we’ve become more knowledgeable about the benefits of natural oils, scalp oiling has become common practice among people of all ethnicities to maintain healthy hair and scalp. This entry will highlight how it relates directly to the women in the #afrikanface show and to people of Afrikan descent. During enslavement, we no longer had access to #palmoil that we used in #afrika to care for our hair, so we used other oil-based products like #lard #butter #crisco to condition and soften our hair. Scalp greasing is a ritual.

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Dr. Kari explains perfectly, “The days of washing our hair at the kitchen sink, detangling in the bathroom, perhaps blow drying, and spending time on your mom’s living room floor on a pillow, nestled between her legs for that routine scalp greasing. It was a ritual that, no matter how busy life got, was NOT forgone. Part by part, inch by inch, your scalp was doused in a “miracle” grease”…

Scalp time was our love time (I wrote a poem about this). It was a time to bond, for mama to lay open her hands souls to literally groom you. It seemed almost therapeutic for both of us (even when my hair was tangled, still a tender headed ass), the way she would place a dollop of grease on the back of her hand, comb, then grease, then part, then grease some more, then plat or braid. The jewel was how she managed to have full fledged conversations, sip beer, and brushed my baby hair all fancy, adding her finishing touch. Those were the days, nights, afternoons I still long for today. Come to the show to see how the hair ritual unfolds!

Warmest,

Thee Amazing Grace B

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You Never Have To Prove Your Way

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#wcw. You never have to prove your way into anyone’s life, they just have to trust you that’s all. My mother was never one to prove anything, even when all the stakes were high and odds against her. Even through her addiction, the abuse, and disappointment I learned to trust her. She was the first one in this world that I ever had to trust. I learned to trust the parts of her process that counteracted her addiction, the visceral #spiritmama that birthed me, born me & raised me up. I remember the moment she stopped fighting to keep us although much damage had been done. It was the proudest and most painful part of growing up. I know that she cared more deeply for us than this life flesh could ever show. The day I learned to trust my mother was the day she learned to trust herself. #restinpeacemama #wcwmama #restwell #gonebeforetime #trust #girlrillavintage #tag #theeamazinggrace

In honor of my black mama month

while we on the topic of honoring women, i wish to honor my mommy. and all those close to my bloodline know how she raised hell, and how i hate crackhead jokes because of how real crack is and how her addiction to it ruined our young lives. in the same breath i want to thank her for giving me one simple thing that i’ve never gone short of and that’s love. my mama taught me how to love. she told me a story of my birth and how she breast fed me ’cause that’s what the doctors said was good and healthy for me. she told me how irking it was cause i was always up under her and hungry all the time, but she said she wouldn’t have it no other way-she said, i needed her and that made her feel good. in fact she breast fed up to 4 of my 9 siblings before the drugs took over. and you know she made shame look dignified when she would hold her head high and demand our protection before she got high. she would fly as we watched from the corner. she always smiled as coke foamed to the corners of her mouth-when she reached the top and oh god she would come crashing down and i held her head-held the broken fragments. Still in love with you mama. The first woman I ever loved. ‪#‎Restinpower‬ ‪#‎womensmonth‬ ‪#‎myblackmamamonth‬

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