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A haircut just a haircut?
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Friday, January 23, 2009 at 5:13am | Edit Note | Delete
Yesterday, i had a haircut. For those of you out there who know me or have seen me, you understand , don't you?
For a long time, i noticed that my mother wasn't particularly happy with my afro hairstyle, not that she was openly hostile to me on the matter or has she even openly told me to cut it(was it because she knew what the answer would be?), but there was a slight nuance on her part in our usually jovial relationship which could be detected by me alone.
So yesterday, i calmly walked into"Kutz Kreations"( the only barbing salon on my street that has the repute of leaving limited after-shave rashes) and demanded a hair cut. After the preliminary brush-ups and clipper adjustments, the barber was ready to earn his leaving. It was then that i glanced at the mirror to take one last look at my hair. Never had a hair looked so black, shiny and beautiful. To me at that moment, i was a perfect model for a "Dark and Lovely" hair cream advertisement. Swoosh! the clipper bore down on my hair and mercilessly began the shaving process. I closed my eyes, i couldn't bear to look at the loss of almost a year's growth of hair.
When it was over, i paid the barber for his services. His exclamations of "boy, you be fine boy o!" was totally ignored by me. I left the salon. I hadn't looked at the mirror.
I walked into our sitting room and was welcomed with a standing ovation. My mother was so happy that she hugged me while my sister was jumping up and down with glee. I was amazed. My mother said that she never realized what a handsome son she had and my sister said she could now openly walk with me in public( i must have been a real ugly hippie in my afro days). I didn't realize that a little gesture( though i must confess, not all that little) could bring so much joy to my family. It made me think about our society, where i believe a little sacrifice, a little inconvenience on our part can bring joy to the doorsteps of millions of people. Still basking in the euphoria of my family over my haircut but nevertheless feeling different, i walked into the bathroom.
I looked into the mirror and i smiled

Little Equiano

Little Equiano, boy of discord
played trick on teachers at boards
set up pins for the master to sit
and sprays of sand for the eyes of little boys

Little Equiano,a truant was he
kept on searching and hunting for bees
that he would unleash on the school yard keeper
just to watch him run like the clappers


Little Equiano got bitten at the hive
which almost cost him his life
promised mum never to be rude and haughty
but came back to school so showy and haughty

Little Equiano formed pirates at school
and they bullied little boys like bulls
but when arithmetic was marked that trimester
Equiano and friends couldn't help scoring the dreaded cipher