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I go through different blogs daily and I always pray and wish I have the energy and zeal other bloggers have to update daily!
Muaahhhhhhhhhhh, you guys are wonderful.
Over the weekend, I decided to spot the infamous Sade Adu hairstyle. A few strands of your hair will be weaved at a time, remember? (Chics you know now and guys, ask your GF for a description ok?).
This particular hairstyle brought out my beauty and you need to see my “opon” (shinning/ reflective forehead) it is as clear as a mirror! I remember that “Opon” was a prefix attached to my name while in high school.
I had gone to retouch my hair and my “retouching- hairdresser” as usual commented on my side-burns. So this “weaving-hairdresser” too commented on my side burn while working on the hair (I have different hair dressers for different hair dos to keep my sanity in check and because most of them are suegbe/pako…… to borrow the Great Fela’s words.)
Their comments on my side burns took me down memory lane.
Ok background check, I went to a co-ed secondary school where we all must wear low cuts (not baby curls at all) both boys and girls, Baba God blessed your truly with this side burns that was almost meeting under my chin (for a woman when I no be winch?).
I never liked this extra hair growing on my face and my “family barber” made matter worse.
Small info our our barber….
His barbing salon is named “Orilowo Barbing Shop, No trouble”(someone should please help me translate that to English).
Mr No trouble is the owner, apprentice, manager, cleaner ( every name you can think of in a business enterprise) in that shop.
You need to see the chair we use while trying to get our hair “sliced” (definitely not cut). It is a nylon covered chair hinged on something that looks like a rim. You have to turn with the chair anytime there is a need to do so.
Mr trouble’s clippers nko? Na die. He cuts through your hair as if you are trimming a garden and it takes like 30mins to get your hair shaved.
My first time in Orilowo, no trouble’s shop, I had spoken with my dad about the need to get a hair cut.
Daddy yours truly: O ya enter car, let’s go.
Yours truly : very happy as I was planning to cut my hair to the latest “punk” hair style in town.
Daddy yours truly: I know a very good barber around now, ok?
Yours truly: ok
On getting to the “good barber’s shop” I noticed he was an elderly man with pot belly and immediately my instinct told me this was going to be my worst nightmare.
No trouble: “Weecome”, who wan to cut?
I stepped forward sheepishly and I was asked to climb the chair. He used one silly looking cloth like that to cover me up.
Your truly: Please just trim the hair as I don’t want to shave sir.
Mr No trouble: Okeee (with dirty teeth)
It is only in Mr No trouble’s shop that he cuts your hair without you looking at the mirror the chair is positioned in such a way that it backs the mirror. You only get to check out yourself when he is through with the damage!
My head was thoroughly abused and tortorued,.
When he was through, he bathed my head with Methylated Spirit and he now used this brush (exactly like a paint brush) to apply powder on my head and face and dust off the hair. That man should have been sued a long time ago
No trouble: Oya, Luk at your fain face in the glass.
when i managed to turn with the chair,I felt like dying, He shaved my head and left my side burns, just imagine! I was looking like a masquerade.
He now “carved” my hair from my face and I looked like a diagram. I burst into tear because I couldn’t imagine how I would carry that head to my school the following day.
I insisted that he gummed back my hair anyhow. But the deed was done and could not be repaired again.
I don’t know what my father saw in Mr no troubles but I ended up going there12 times a year for like 3 years. Getting my hair cut was a horror!
My brother and I later discovered that my dad normally signals Orilowo No trouble to shave our hairs as we always complain while attempting to comb it.
Mr orilowo just refused to open his shop one day and that was how he just disappeared into thin air and we never saw him afterwards.
I go through different blogs daily and I always pray and wish I have the energy and zeal other bloggers have to update daily!
Muaahhhhhhhhhhh, you guys are wonderful.
Over the weekend, I decided to spot the infamous Sade Adu hairstyle. A few strands of your hair will be weaved at a time, remember? (Chics you know now and guys, ask your GF for a description ok?).
This particular hairstyle brought out my beauty and you need to see my “opon” (shinning/ reflective forehead) it is as clear as a mirror! I remember that “Opon” was a prefix attached to my name while in high school.
I had gone to retouch my hair and my “retouching- hairdresser” as usual commented on my side-burns. So this “weaving-hairdresser” too commented on my side burn while working on the hair (I have different hair dressers for different hair dos to keep my sanity in check and because most of them are suegbe/pako…… to borrow the Great Fela’s words.)
Their comments on my side burns took me down memory lane.
Ok background check, I went to a co-ed secondary school where we all must wear low cuts (not baby curls at all) both boys and girls, Baba God blessed your truly with this side burns that was almost meeting under my chin (for a woman when I no be winch?).
I never liked this extra hair growing on my face and my “family barber” made matter worse.
Small info our our barber….
His barbing salon is named “Orilowo Barbing Shop, No trouble”(someone should please help me translate that to English).
Mr No trouble is the owner, apprentice, manager, cleaner ( every name you can think of in a business enterprise) in that shop.
You need to see the chair we use while trying to get our hair “sliced” (definitely not cut). It is a nylon covered chair hinged on something that looks like a rim. You have to turn with the chair anytime there is a need to do so.
Mr trouble’s clippers nko? Na die. He cuts through your hair as if you are trimming a garden and it takes like 30mins to get your hair shaved.
My first time in Orilowo, no trouble’s shop, I had spoken with my dad about the need to get a hair cut.
Daddy yours truly: O ya enter car, let’s go.
Yours truly : very happy as I was planning to cut my hair to the latest “punk” hair style in town.
Daddy yours truly: I know a very good barber around now, ok?
Yours truly: ok
On getting to the “good barber’s shop” I noticed he was an elderly man with pot belly and immediately my instinct told me this was going to be my worst nightmare.
No trouble: “Weecome”, who wan to cut?
I stepped forward sheepishly and I was asked to climb the chair. He used one silly looking cloth like that to cover me up.
Your truly: Please just trim the hair as I don’t want to shave sir.
Mr No trouble: Okeee (with dirty teeth)
It is only in Mr No trouble’s shop that he cuts your hair without you looking at the mirror the chair is positioned in such a way that it backs the mirror. You only get to check out yourself when he is through with the damage!
My head was thoroughly abused and tortorued,.
When he was through, he bathed my head with Methylated Spirit and he now used this brush (exactly like a paint brush) to apply powder on my head and face and dust off the hair. That man should have been sued a long time ago
No trouble: Oya, Luk at your fain face in the glass.
when i managed to turn with the chair,I felt like dying, He shaved my head and left my side burns, just imagine! I was looking like a masquerade.
He now “carved” my hair from my face and I looked like a diagram. I burst into tear because I couldn’t imagine how I would carry that head to my school the following day.
I insisted that he gummed back my hair anyhow. But the deed was done and could not be repaired again.
I don’t know what my father saw in Mr no troubles but I ended up going there12 times a year for like 3 years. Getting my hair cut was a horror!
My brother and I later discovered that my dad normally signals Orilowo No trouble to shave our hairs as we always complain while attempting to comb it.
Mr orilowo just refused to open his shop one day and that was how he just disappeared into thin air and we never saw him afterwards.
The man made me hate my side burns so much till i started getting compliments.
ODE TO MY SIDE-BURNS
Oh my side-burns
You’ve stayed with me all these while
Through thick and thin
Through Orilowo No trouble Clippers
Through Harmattan and rainy season
Oh my side-burns.
Oh my side-burns
You stood the test of time
Through Hair relaxers to change your texture
Through silly attempt to make you join the rest of the pack (my hair)
Through those days I never liked you
Oh my side-burns
Oh my side-burns
You have made me proud
Heads turn to look at me
Because you are “strategically placed”
Hold you in high esteem
ODE TO MY SIDE-BURNS
Oh my side-burns
You’ve stayed with me all these while
Through thick and thin
Through Orilowo No trouble Clippers
Through Harmattan and rainy season
Oh my side-burns.
Oh my side-burns
You stood the test of time
Through Hair relaxers to change your texture
Through silly attempt to make you join the rest of the pack (my hair)
Through those days I never liked you
Oh my side-burns
Oh my side-burns
You have made me proud
Heads turn to look at me
Because you are “strategically placed”
Hold you in high esteem
Because you have made me beautiful
Oh My side-burns!
Love!
Oh My side-burns!
Love!
