The Beginning
I was born in Ghana with what people call 4C hair, tight, coily, beautiful and often the most misunderstood texture. At school my hair was kept short in an afro, and it was normal. I didn’t feel there was anything wrong with it.
Everything changed when I moved to the Netherlands as a young girl. Relaxers, braids, weaves and wigs were everywhere. Natural hair was almost unseen, and suddenly my little afro felt “wrong.” I wanted to look like everyone else.
My father refused. He insisted that I keep my natural hair. So for years I wore my afro against my will, but during that time I slowly learned to care for my hair the best way I knew how, without realising God was already preparing me for my calling.