The Gantt Report
By Lucius Gantt
One of the things that really stood out to me on my visits to the Motherland was the fact that every African woman I saw had a nice looking hair style.
It didn’t matter if I was in the super luxurious Sun City resort hotel called “The Lost Palace” or if I was walking on the dirt roads in the poor Johannesburg ghettos of Soweto, I saw hair styles in Africa that I didn’t see in Europe, in the Caribbean or even in North America.
One day, while in Soweto, I asked a lady why on earth would she spend time and money on her hair when she wasn’t wearing shoes and had on a tattered dress.
She told me, “My hair is the first thing a man sees. If the hair isn’t pretty, the man may not want to see more!”
Well, The Gantt Report knows better than any writer that you cannot comment of a woman’s hair or her figure and I’m not going to write about that today.
But I will say women, of all races, creeds and financial status, in my mind, are more than their hair!
And, so to speak, men are more than their cars.
I was in Africa long ago but it was on the continent where I saw beautiful hair colors, I saw twists and I saw beautiful braid styles that I had never seen on any other continent.
If you don’t know, back then it was hard to get hair products in the African shanty towns and ghettos. Anything from Bronner Brothers, Dudley’s or even Korean distributors could be traded or bartered for almost anything you would want, if you know what I mean.
But sisters, don’t get it twisted and turned, a good man likes good hair but the best men will follow the advice of TV Judge Mabelean and “look deep” before they leap!
Growing up in Atlanta, I loved my mother’s and grandmother’s beautiful and flowing grey hair. Short or long, the ladies in my family wore their hair well.
I loved their hair but I loved their hearts even more.
To make a long story short, I loved the women with pretty hair that loved me.
I have two daughters and I’ve never seen either one of them with a wig on or three feet hair extensions. I’m not saying they never did anything like that but they never wore bought hair, except for braid extensions, around me.
I don’t tell them how to accessorize, how to live or how to dress but I did tell them that they couldn’t buy youth.
I told them the hair dresser, the cosmetologists, the Korean wig store merchant and others will all tell you you’ll look younger if you spend money with them.
I told my kids to live their own lives. I said the Beyonce weave costs thousands of dollars and that Oprah wig is not a Dollar Store wig.
As far as I know, my daughters take care of their own hair with minimum accessories.
If you’re mature, or 60 or 70 years old, at the club you’ll look exceptionally good from afar but upon closer inspection you may be far from looking good.
Grandmas’s hands will give you up. Old hands look old on women and men.
But that’s ok.
Ladies, I’m going to break the “guy code” and let you in on a secret. No matter how young you look or don’t look, how you perform is always more important than how you ultimately appear.
Teeny boppers can’t go to sleep and dream about being an experienced woman that knows how to please the man she wants to please!
A good man that looks deep can see a good woman regardless of her hair style.
Ladies, take care of yourself and watch the guys chase after your cat!