The Roger’s Hair Diary                                      

It’s a glorious summer morning and even better—it’s Saturday! All would be well except my wife is locked in the bathroom crying again—crying because of something that is so baffling and misunderstood but yet stands at the center of who she is as person both physically and emotionally: the never ending battle with her hair. For you see my wife has bad hair. It must be bad because I’ve seen it cause her suffering and disappointment time and time again. From bad perms that end up turning her hair into a brittle thinned out mess, to ill chosen hair pieces featuring hair transplanted from some far flung continent that doesn’t even begin to match the natural look and texture of her real hair. So obviously her hair must be bad or she wouldn’t go such trouble to disguise it; it’s like her hair is some fugitive from justice that must remained hidden for fear of discovery.

Fast forward to another time and place. We’re strolling through the park and the sun is glistening off my wife’s beautiful brown skin. But wait… what’s that falling over her shoulders and rolling down her back—hair—yes hair, her own God given luxurious natural hair. But how did this miracle occur. Well like so many unfathomable discoveries it began with a seed that had enough time to germinate and bring forth fruit. But in this case the seed wasn’t a metaphor it was concrete. Because that day my wife sat locked in the bathroom discouraged and bitter, little did she know she was pregnant with a beautiful baby girl. And my wife’s commitment to never allow our daughter to suffer the same pain and self loathing that she had experienced with her hair, would lead her to her own breakthrough, one that moved her past the myths, ignorance, and fear that surrounds so called bad hair—Black hair—her hair.

But now a big question remains: Is our story an isolated case or worse a fairy tale, or could it hold a key that can open the door for anyone to discover the secrets hidden in their own hair and more importantly a return to treasuring who they are. Well we believe the latter, and with the commitment to go natural and the help of a hair whisperer such as Dawn Banks, miracles are possible—miracles that transcend the grade of your hair or the color of your skin.

K. Sloane Rogers