01/06/2026
Today reminded me that care is not always loud.
Sometimes care looks like sitting patiently with a child.
Sometimes it looks like helping your mother with her hair.
Sometimes it looks like passing culture from one generation to another.
Jasmine’s locs were started by me in March 2024, and I have been maintaining them since then.
Last weekend, I re-tightened her locs with crochet and styled them with colourful beads this weekend. During the week, I also made my mum’s natural hair and added a few beads on Saturday.
Back home in Lagos, Nigeria, this style is often called “Sade Adu.” I do not actually know how the name came about, but it is a style many people recognise immediately.
For me, it is more than a hairstyle.
It is culture.
It is identity.
It is patience.
It is routine.
It is family.
It is care.
Seeing my daughter and my mum wearing similar styles made me smile because it felt like a small bridge between generations, countries, and seasons of life.
Care is not only what we do in hospitals, care homes, schools, or workplaces.
Care also happens quietly at home — in kitchens, bedrooms, school runs, appointments, hairstyles, and ordinary family mornings.
What hairstyle from your childhood do you still remember today?