This was written by a wonderful friend of mine Shepuya Famwang…Enjoy
It was a warm sunny day (it really was), and it was the day I had decided I would do it (it being whatever meaning you ascribe to “it”).
It was few days before the gubernatorial elections and I had decided that I would do something crazy in remembrance of the season. With bag in hand I trudged off to go get it done. It was really sunny but I wouldn’t be deterred by nature. Off to Victor’s!
At Victor’s I found he was busy with another lady, taking his time doing what he loves most. I waited and waited and waited and waited (for almost 2 hours) and he wasn’t done with her. I even decided to go to a book shop I had seen on my way. I walked there and settled for a mini dictionary. I got back and he was still on the woman’s matter. Again I wasn’t discouraged. To a person reasoning well it was a clear cut sign from God, but as stubborn as I am I refused to return home. Heck I had taken precautions, necessary steps to prevent me from having cold feet. So I sat there and waited for over an hour.
Just as the clouds got dark and it began to drizzle lightly, she came out with a satisfied glow and a smile on her face and I knew I had come to the right place.
The clouds flashed and clapped thunderously a few times as I sat and he covered me. He seemed a bit relunctanct and tried to talk me out of it. Obviously he didn’t know me, once my mind is made up only God can change it! He started his thing and I closed my eyes to enjoy the buzz. But I wasn’t quite satisfied. So I asked him “Why are you doing as if you are afraid? Do it well now!”
He shrugged, and took off the only thing protecting me. I closed my eyes and tried to enjoy the electrifying ecstatic buzz as the clipper moved at the back and sides of my head. Afterwards, the sight I beheld in the mirror has forever been ingrained in my memory; the part called Those Moments or Looks you never forget.
The fiend had shaved off all of the hair in those areas. I was left with something trying so hard to look like a punk it just couldn’t. We washed it and reduced the front some more so that the “lowness” at the back wouldn’t be so obvious. But it was, I could tell by the weird looks I got from all and sundry as I moved within Rayfield on that cold evening. Someone very dear even asked that I should be prayed for because I had backsliden (no jokes: like I would intentionally want to look like a man).
Suffice it to say that I will never forget Victor and the evil he wrought on my lovely hair. Luckily I’m in Jos and the weather here does great things to my hair so its growing like nothing happened. Take that Victor!