Show Me Your Hair!

Hello Pebblers!

It just occurred to me that i have been staring at the Tv for almost 5 minutes but what i had actually been doing was day-dreaming about God knows what. One would have thought that "mehn....this girl is doing some serious reminiscing", but na lie o, na one yeye thing like that o. But come to think of it, it seems most of my time is spent on day-dreaming nowadays. hmmm...who to blame if not boredom itself. i mean, is it my fault he crept into my life lie a thief in the night and has decided not to leave again? *rolls eyes*

So guys, I have decided not to be stingy with my 'almost 5 minutes' thoughts even though lets face it, it will turn out to be quite stupid. Here goes: my thoughts were about having an haircut, like the real molo clean cut *face-palm* stupid right? yeah? ok enough! dont be
too quick to judge because there is a funny story in it too.... well, funny to you and embarrassing to me anyways.
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When i was little, i loved to cut my hair, like every single week. It was that bad. One Friday afternoon after school, i asked my Grandma to take me to the barbing salon. I'm sure she had just about had enough of me because she gave me a get-away-from-me stare accompanied by a loud hiss which was clearly a dismissal.

Not the kind of 7 year old to accept defeat, I left in search for my Grandpa's shaving stick. i found it and went to the bathroom to do justice to my hair. I couldn't wait to finish so that i could brag to my friends that I did it all by myself. To spare you the details, lets just say i came out with a very messed up head- the sloppy job of a 7 year old.
I definitely wasn't going to be laughed at because i quickly adorned one of my church scarves. I was a 'sister' throughout that weekend.

On Sunday night, my elder ones had decided that they were not going to play the fools any longer. During dinner, Uncle Frank asked why i had been covering my hair, but of course, he didnt wait for a reply because he immediately removed the scarf baring my ugly head to the world, ok not to the world but to my other siblings. You could imagine my shame as 5 pair of eyes stared at me in shock, disbelieve and finally, laughter. I cried so hard i couldn't see properly. 

You would think the story ends there right? yeah, i thought so too, but no. The next day, was Monday- school day. I woke up that fateful morning still very aware of what had happened the previous night but not giving any considerations as to what would happen to my hair head. Well, i found out soon enough when I went to the front yard to 'digwe' for my Grandma. What a shock! Our neighbor Patience and my Grandma were collaborating and getting tools ready for what i came to realize were for me. I didn't go down without a fight. i flailed my arms and legs like there was no tomorrow. i had to stop when i felt a cut on my head, i didn't want my head to get any uglier than it was already.

It didnt take long, my head was stripped bare of every strand of hair and i was sent on my way to school. I dont want to tell you what happened at school *head down* but know that my head was never the same again.

Hmmm....after remembering this story, lai lai, no cutting of hair again till thy kingdom come.

Muah! I love you guys and please feel free to comment and share. I will be back *winks*