YOU DON’T HAFFI DREAD TO BE A RASTA

Having long hair has always been a hobby of mine. What better way to keep hair long than to lock it? Yes, locking the hair into great DREADlocks!!

School days were fun. Always wanting to be at loggerheads with the authorities. Unfortunately this never happened the way I wanted it to – to be punished for having extra long hair just like those that hard extra bald head.

I was known as Matrix from the time I was 8years as I was a genius in mathematics. At that time I never understood what matrix meant; only my teacher knew. Thanks to continued education, I got to know about it at senior secondary school.

By the time I was in senior school, I had a massive AFRO hair style – about 31cm long. Matrix had an afro. He came to be known as Afro, but soon he became both – AFROMATRIX. I must admit that I inspired a lot of mates to go the African way. Afros were becoming a tradition in the school.

After school, I got tired and trimmed the hair to the minimum, and trying to maintain a bald head. This didn’t work at all. It’s difficulty waking up every morning and having to comb the hair, style it and all sorts of things. After a few years – in May 2003 – I had my last hair cut.

Within a year my hair was back to it’s normal Afro status. Being inspired by Real Africans Standing Tall Actively, I just found my hair locking. Combing was no longer on the agenda, nature had to take its course. It’s pretty simple to have natural dreads. Have long hair, stop combing it, and keep washing it. And I did just that. Always wash the hair.

Our hairs are natural locks. You don’t need to use chemicals, what for? I pity you who go an extra unnecessary step of applying herbs, chemicals and who knows what to make dreads. Be natural, unless you aint a natural African.

Being a successful broadcaster, I was and am already a public figure. Having beautiful Afro Dreads made me more visible. I enjoyed it while it lasted.

There is a sensational connection with the people when you have dreads. A dreadman is a peace-loving person, and when people met me, all they could naturally do was to smile and greet me – stranger or friend alike.

I remember receiving special treatment almost everywhere I went. I was proud of being African. Being able to share smiles, and some laughter. In my area I was a sole DREADman. And you know what this means!!!

“Are you a rasta?” No am not.

“But you have dreadlocks.” Yes I have dreadlocks. I could ask if they were monks since they had absolutely no hair on them. And after this they understood that am African and proud.

It is a great misconception that having the hair locked is Rastafarianism. It is greatly influenced by it, but I believe it takes a lot to be a Rasta than locking the hair. Just like Morgan Heritage said, “you don’t haffi dread to be rasta. It’s not a dreadlock thing but a conception of your heart.” And many people hide in the name of dreadlocks.

People are bringing a lot of shame to the rasta world simply because they think having dreads is a passport to Rastafarianism. Rastas are peace loving people. They advocate for social change, social justice, unity and love.

People saw this in me, and that is what I meant to do, though not a rasta in that sense.

The only sad thing about having good DREADS and being a broadcaster is that you are no longer a private person. No more privacy. You are in the public lime light. You cannot hide. And since you are always in the open, you have to be the best a human being can be. It’s very easy to be and do good. It uses less energy, and it motivates a number of people that would otherwise have no hope for a good thing on this earth.

Time came when I wanted to have some privacy to myself. Privacy to do what I wanted to do without anyone noticing that am around. I needed to have time to myself. No matter how much people love you, you must always have time to yourself. That’s the only way you can know who you are and what you are here for.

A lot of people get swallowed in the name of doing good for the people, and yet they do bad to themselves and the immediate people around them. This is misplaced pride.

People came to know me as Matongo, the dreadlocked, and not Matongo, son of Maumbi. Now this is dangerous, people no longer know you. What they know is your hair. The hair was definitely not me, but a part of me.

This became a food for thought. As much as it is good to have an ID people associate you with, people have to know the real you. I was losing my real identity – and had to something.

It was not easy after five years to cut very beautiful Gold locks, but it had to happen. 6 Jan 08 was the date that brought back the Matongo Maumbi in me. I cut and archived my locks in my house.

I felt liberated. This is when I came to know who knew me as me, and those who knew me just for the locks.

It’s interesting how suddenly people do not notice am around unless I mention so. My mind is free, but I don’t know for how long I can live without my long hair, and maybe dreads.

One thing am happy about is that I have isolated those that only associated with me ‘cos of the dreads. What I have are people that know me, with or without dreads. Even my girlfriend is at peace with me now. I no longer cause that public attention to the people.

It’s been a number of months since I cut, and I have been cutting every month or so. It seems I just can’t move away from having long hair. I feel the locks are coming back soon. I don’t know what to do and I know what to do. What do I do?

I enjoy whipping people with dem locks. We shall see what happens. Don’t advantage of things and people just because you are dreadlocked, let things and people appreciate what comes from a Real African Standing Tall Actively.

The next time you see me with dreads, don’t ask me why I have them back – I love them…………