Here’s a short one. For those who think hair palaver is strictly a female issue read this tale of a kid, his mum and inadvertently the barber.
“Oh….eeyaaaah… see this baby’s hair…so lovely, so curly, —————– …madam just a little more push and she’ll be out”… the midwives already concluded that the baby was a girl. The mother gave one last push and voila…a bouncing baby boy weighing all of 3.8kg. cue the surprise on all their faces and the gleam of admiration and love shining through the teary eyes of the mother. She’s brought forth a beauty; all babies are supposedly beautiful, but this one, this is her own baby, her first baby, and whatever anyone had to say was inconsequential- he is the best of all.
Naturally, the mother tended lovingly to this baby and of course HIS HAIR, the cause of the entire ruckus on his birthday, on the birth bed. She’d oil and comb it every morning, afternoon and night. There was something akin to the start of World War 3 when granny came around and muted the idea of scraping the baby’s hair. I don’t need to tell you who won that battle.
It was no surprise then that this boy grew to really love his hair, it became his “selling point”. He was to get the shock of his life soon though. He had gone to the salon for his weekly hair cut (the normal low cut), soon as he stepped in the door his mum looked up from her knitting and goes “se o ge irun yii rara ni sin (Did you cut this hair at all now?), I’m taking u back to that salon, you are scrapping off this hair today, you think I have money to waste cutting this hair every week?”
And this was the reaction in the boys head “WHAT!!!**&&*&^&%$$#$#$#^$”
“Mummy please, I don’t want to scrape my hair…Sob…Mummy please”, all his pleas fell on deaf ears. His mum’s mind was made up. Every time he cut his hair after that he cried. He cried because he had to get a skin cut A.K.A “gorimapa”. He cried every school day because he was going to be taunted. He couldn’t wait to grow up so he could decide the kind of haircut he wanted and when he’d cut it.
Fast-forward ten years later. He walked into the house, replying a BB message (he’d gone to cut his hair) and the mother goes “se o ge irun yii rara ni sin?” He looked up from his phone, looked at her, and walked on into the room…