My greetings to our amiable Landlord and Land lady. And my blurt members
So that day(Sunday), I thought 'looking good is good stuff'. After church, my friends came and were like "Bros how far? Shey you say you wan barb?"
I replied "ehmm yes, but,.. Make una dey go, I go do mine later"
I had earlier asked them to take me to a Barber whose hand is strong, that will not spoil my hair cut.., but because I was on TON, I became automatically lazy to get up from the bed.
About an hour later, they came back looking fresh and clean. I was crushing on their neat and freshly cut and dyed hair.. 🙈🙈. In my mind, I was like, "I fine pass these guys joor.. Lemme just go and do my own "
We strolled out later, and when it was getting dark, I decided to go have my own hair cut. We could not go to the place where they had theirs cut as they complained of being tired and hungry so they pointed at one fine looking, neat and decorated barbing salon, obviously new.
I went in and demanded to get my hair cut..
Bros came in and began his work. I was nervous at first but he started so well that I even wanted to call my Barber that he had lost his customer. (I stay with a friend in another part of town, I have my own Barber at home. I do visit him on weekends).
The thing he did was just sweeting me I wanted to start sleeping (guys would understand this experience)
He got to the area around my ear and I began to feel that tingling sensation (I usually get this feeling whenever they are cutting the hair near my ear. I usually struggle hard not to laugh) and that was when I saw the rubbish this young man was doing.
He carved my hair like the Pope's cap with the edge of his clipper (beneath it was as smooth as a baby's buttocks and the top was like lion's fur). I was looking like those Africa Magic bouncing balls.
He was making three step instead of the low punk hair I asked of him.
He saw my face change and he began to do what one would call 'maintenance'. I just wanted him to finish so I will just go and use my cap jejely till the hair grows back, and I remembered I need to reduce my beards (Someone called me 'maigemu' - hausa: meaning 'bearded man')
I told bros to reduce it small and you need to see the way he was scratching my throat with that his sharp clipper. At some point, I wanted to think that he was trying to kill me so I was imagining ways of escape.
My God! The thing was painful. Especially beneath my jaws.
Scraw Scraw Scraw, jigijgijigi grrrgrrrr vuuuuuuui Scraw Scraw Scraw... Was all I could hear, with intense pain. I had to blurt out.. "Bros, e never do?"
I don't know if he was looking for a missing beard or something, but that was one side. He was saying sorry and still lifting my head to head could cut more. I could feel I was bleeding.
I had to vex, drop my head, so he had to bend down to do his job on the other side. This time less painful.
When he sprayed his aftershave, my whole face seemed like it was on fire. 😫😫
Worst of it all, I came out to meet my friends laughing at me that my hair looks like Old Pa's cap👴👴. If they knew what I suffered, they would have bought me fresh milk with microwaved ice cream to calm my temper 😌😌😭😭😭😭
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