haphazard yarns

A haircut just a haircut? Share 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

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

Like a depraved woman of the street she comes at night Though sometimes she may come in the day She cajoles, she beckons Making you abandon your projects To go to bed with her You succumb, you have no will power to overcome her lusty flirtations All night you lie with her responding to her gentle ministrations But come daylight, she's gone leaving you high, dry and looking harried You fret, you fume But she's somewhere regarding you, a smug smile on her lips 'Cos she knows that come tonight You'll crave for her once again