Peter Kimani
The incoming First Lady walks with her head high, displaying her shock of greying hair with unparalleled dignity. I have been doing it for years – I must have narrated about a Kenyan cowboy who thought I was 40 when I was only 25 – judging from the tufts of grey in my hair. So it is reaffirming when prematurely greying hair receive a nod from high on.
The First Lady – let’s find a name for her; it should be funky enough to reflect her fading youth, but solid enough to reflect her solemn deportment. Mama Margaret? Hmmm. That sounds ancient like the British monarchy.
Lady Margaret? Now, that sounds dignified, but somewhat old. Lady Marge it has to be!
Yes, Lady Marge should take her campaign further and promote women’s health by championing natural aesthetics as the best.
Keeping greying hair grey would possibly push the country into a recession, given the industry built around the mirage of looking and staying young, and the range of products used to disguise shades of grey: wigs, dyes, oils, shampoos, not to mention beauty salons where millions of hours are expended by men and women paying a handsome fee for retouch, pulling out grey, or steaming the offending greys for hours under a kiln.
Lady Marge can redirect the conversation by hailing the benefits of staying away from such chemicals, and the assaults they launch on other body vital organs, like kidneys, that have to work overtime to cleanse the poisonous compounds poured on pates of apparently sane men and women.
A First Lady comfortable with herself is a national asset.
