My Dreadlocks: August 2009

"They cook their hair....

"They cook their hair
with hot iron and pull
it hard So that it may
grow long. Then they
rope the hair on
wooden pens like a
billy goat brought for
the sacrifice struggling
to free itself.
They fry their hair in
boiling oil as if it
were locusts and the
hair sizzles.
It cries aloud in sharp
pain as it is pulled
and stretched and the
vigorous and healthy
hair, Curly, springy
and thick that glistens
in the sunshine Is left
listless and dead."

"The Graceful Giraffe
Cannot Become a Monkey,"
Song of Lawino and
Song of Okol,
1988 Okot P 'Bitek,

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Monday, 10 August 2009