“My locs are just shy of five years. They flow, like water. They are fluffy and black. They are dark. I forbid anyone to touch them.” I’ve rarely read stories that celebrate dread locs in the opening sentences, so this grabbed me immediately. I myself have had my dreads (as I grew up calling them…
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In Conversation with Idza Luhumyo
“My locs are just shy of five years. They flow, like water. They are fluffy and black. They are dark. I forbid anyone to touch them.” I’ve rarely read stories that celebrate dread locs in the opening sentences, so this grabbed me immediately. I myself have had my dreads (as I grew up calling them…