The whole water situation after hurricane Irma was a mess. Overnight I had my body parts on a priority watch list. And you know who came first on days when head-to-toe baths were criminal...[As much as I love my hair, she took a near back seat and had to behave herself.]
My thinking was "if push came to shove" I had the Uncle Funky's Daughter Defunk Hair Refresher Tonic for locs, natural and protective styles. It would come in handy when my hair got sweaty or stank to high heaven and start an embarrassing national conversation like that weaved woman I bumped into while in the American Airlines airplane aisle a number of years ago. Her head smelt like gym sock with a decaying foot inside. I wanted to weep. The smell hovered around her head like an oversized halo. I jerked back finding space where there was none. After that encounter, not even hurricane Irma could take my hair to that place.
Yes, with all the hard work preparing, surviving, and hustling [the hurricane took waiting in line to a whole new level; there was sweat. Even though I did a quick wash before G.E.B.E got stingy and cut the water at ten in the morning on Tuesday, September 5, I figure that the quick shampoo and conditioning, and a series of headwraps would hold me over a few days. Who knew Irma would go on such a rampage?
Well, I still don't have running water, but our neighbors do. Fortunately, the long forgotten cistern stepped up to the plate. It was half full and waiting for us since Hurricane Luis, 22 years ago. Someone simply forgot to replace the guttering. To that, I did not care. There was water. I KNOW YOU KNOW what it felt like, having that first head-to-toe wash! Ooowee! I broke out Alikay Naturals Honey and Sage Deep Conditioner and walked around the house as if my head was the doggie bag from a high-end restaurant. Yes! My hair was a trooper.
In these pre-running water days, I was so happy to be natural, unlike my neighbor whose hair type required her to wash almost every day.
I'm also happy for my hair struggles. Because of them, I've developed grit, resilience and a stubbornness towards defeat. In that, I am assured that St. Maarten with all its obstacles ahead will overcome because just like my dry kinky texture, love is involved.
COMMENT BELOW :What's your natural hair survival story? What would you have done if water became scarce?
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