Hair mostly appears in the story “Foreign Soil,” where it symbolizes how place affects the power dynamic in Ange and Mukasa’s relationship. Hairdresser Ange, a white Australian woman, meets her future boyfriend, Mukasa, when he walks into her salon for a haircut. Mukasa is a Black man from Uganda, and he admits to Ange that day that her salon is the first place where he’s managed to find anyone who will agree to cut his hair—everywhere else hasn’t doesn’t have the skill or experience to cut Black hair. Mukasa’s hair thus symbolizes how, from very beginning of the relationship, Mukasa and Ange do not interact on a level playing field. In Australia, society accepts Ange and sees Mukasa as an outsider. Though Ange doesn’t consider herself prejudiced in the way her parents (Ange’s mum and Ange’s dad) are, she is complicit in that she benefits from living in a place where being white and native-born gives her certain privileges—privileges that Mukasa, as a Black outsider—does not have. Ange is generally happy in her relationship when she and Mukasa are living in Australia together, but this changes when she follows him to Uganda.
In Uganda, the tables are turned: suddenly, Mukasa has the privileges that come with being Black and native-born, and Ange is the outsider on “foreign soil,” and therefore totally reliant on Mukasa to navigate the social landscape of a strange, unfamiliar place. Before she left Australia, her coworkers at the salon gave her a special farewell haircut, but due to humidity, it quickly deflates into an unfashionable, sorry mess. Ange’s flattened haircut symbolizes how the power dynamic in her relationship has reversed; indeed, the longer Ange spends in Uganda, the stranger Mukasa becomes to her (he begins to belittle and abuse her), and the unhappier she becomes in her relationship. Though at first Ange thinks that it’s Mukasa who has changed, she finally understands that they’ve never been on equal footing in their relationship, since they’ve only ever lived in a place where one of them is an insider and one is an outsider—where society accepts and empowers one of them while ostracizing and disempowering the other.
Hair Quotes in Foreign Soil
The other girl had offered him a lift home in the car her father had bought her, the leather seats cold under his furious hands as she batted those long brown eyelashes at him. They’d parked behind the Tech. He’d gone at her gentle, not like the other one, but it soon became clear it was all an experiment. Egyptian eyes, she’d called them, Medusan hair. Until Solomon had felt dissected, scalpel-carved on the ethnographer’s table and no more than the sum of his African-originated parts. He had been a foreign country she was apprehensive about visiting but itching to explore. He’d felt her filing the fuck away to reminisce about when times were dull, postcard snippets of the exotic.