An alternate title for this post could very well have been “How to Get Away With Murdering . . . an Afro.”
As one who has stood at the elbow of Blue Magicians and Masters of taming the Almighty Afro, this proclamation must finally be made. There are only TWO types of Afros that are hallowed. A magician or a master will tolerate a “Jimi Hendrix” bed-hair-messy afro or a neat biscuit, shaped to perfection, that’s fit for a Prince. Either the afro falls at the one end of the afro continuum or the other.
There is no in between.