When science reminds us that the earliest mother of all living people was a Black woman, it isn’t just a fact in a textbook. It’s a soft, glowing ember for our hearts… and for our hair.

Because her hair—our hair—was the first crown humanity ever knew.

Her coils caught the morning sun.
Her curls held the desert air.
Her kinks protected her scalp the way armor protects a warrior.
Her texture was built for endurance, brilliance, creativity, and life.

Every strand on our heads today is a whisper from her, saying:

“You come from the beginning.
There is nothing new about your beauty.
The world grew from what grows from you.”

So when you’re moisturizing your coils, parting your daughter’s hair, fixing your twist-out, or smoothing your wrap at night, know this:

You’re not just doing hair.
You’re tending to an origin story.

A story that started with a Black woman.
A story that began with textured hair.
A story the whole human family comes from, even when they forget.

Stay warm in that truth.
It looks good on you.