1 year LOCS Anniversary | Adanna

                                                                       7 May 2009
                                                           Relaxed hair, with 2 rows of weave

                                                                 19 October 2009
                                                  Shaved one side of my head, relaxed hair

12 September 2010

                                                       Relaxed hair, with 2 rows of weave

6 August 2011

                                                         Relaxed hair, dyed in colour red

 

23 March 2012

                                        Fake Dreads. To see if I really wanted to go natural

3 February 2013

                                                                4 months of twist

 

 

22 April 2013

                                                6 months of twist, not fully locked yet

 

                                                                 20 May 2013
                                             Already twist in my hair, but I yarn braided it

 

  4 October 2013

                                                                          Locs, yeahh

 

Hiep Hiep Hiep, I can't tell you how excited I am right now. My hair is 1 year old!!!!!

Well, for the people who don't have locs and are putting on crazy faces, while reading this,
let me explain it for you guys.
Some people just take dreads, locs or Rasta, because they like it and they think it's beautiful, but for some people taking and having locs is a big deal. I'm one of those people hahaha.

 

We may all know that some Black Woman suffer from hatred towards their hair. Not all of them of course(fieuww!), but a lot of us do.

I also hated my hair. I'm adopted and my parents are Dutch. My mom didn't know what to do with my hair so she went from barbershop to barbershop to find someone who did.
Unlucky for me, all of these fools didn't know how to cooperate with my hair.
I hated the pain, when they try to comb my hair, I HATED IT.

 

Then my mom tried braiding my hair, so I wouldn't have to comb it everyday. I still kept on hating it.

I was jealous of the western people around me with their ponytails and hair that swings.
I went to a white school so I had no examples to make me feel comfortable with my hair. And let me don't start about the comments my environment was making on my hair and the dirty little hand touching my fro.

 

So, that went on and the hate kept growing, now when I think about it, I'm like: ''How could that be possible? I was so far away from my roots and still I had the same issues that some other black girls were experiencing, hmm weird.''

 

For me, relaxing my hair, was like a gift from god. I could comb my hair myself and I could do anything with it. Not knowing, what kind of damage it did to my hair.

Then one day a leader of one of the groups I was with at Curacao, sat down next to me and started talking about my hair. I can remember that day like it was yesterday hahaha.(movie moment)

He told me that locs would look good on me and that it would fit my style perfectly. I would become the woman I supposed to be.
I thought about it and finally after 3 months i decided that I wanted locs.
My former Afro-jazz teacher did it for me and told me how I could take care of it.

I'm so grateful for this whole journey. Even now I could get emotional, because for me

my hair is more then just hair. hair can make you or break you. And it really feels like
this loc journey really changed me, it changed along with me and it's still changing.
That is why I decided to celebrate my hair . Because I'm proud of my hair, I'm proud of my journey, I'm proud of the things that I have accomplished already and I'm proud of the woman I'm becoming.

 

That brings me to another chapter, (so I'm in my write-a-long-blog post-chair) Because of

everything I had to deal with this year, I really felt like it was time for me to find my own African name. My roots is my everything and especially because I am adopted, I find it important to
find out where I come from, who my parents are, what my history is all about, what my goals are etc, etc.

I was searching for names when I saw Adanna, I looked at it and I was like ''Nah, I don't want that one.''

I looked further, but the name kept repeating itself in my head. I tried to ignore it, but I couldn't find anything better.
Adanna means ''Father's Daughter.'' When I saw that I was like ''Uh, I'm a Mommy's girl so uhh..no''
I looked further for any explanations for the father part, when I found out that it meant that she had to work really hard, because she lives in a world surrounded by men. She acts like she is not affected by it, because she has her goals, but the truth get's to her and she realize that she does care and that the approval of a father is very important. We try to find them in friends, in boyfriends. It's obvious.
Bam!, that hit me, because of my biological situation.
So I looked further and found out that Adanna has this deep, inner desire to create and express herself in a lot of ways. She loves art and that is her key to express herself in very, many ways. She works so hard to achieve her goals, that her environment and relationships have to pay the price.
B-I-N-G-O!! Could that be anymore me?
I finally realized that I couldn't pick a name. The name picked me.

I hope I didn't bore u guys with my long hair/name story, but I needed to share this,

 

Lots of love,