Here goes:
The last time I remember entering a hair dresser’s was almost a year ago. To be precise July of 08 (The day still haunts me) just before my graduation.
Since then I have refused to get a haircut for many reasons, the prominent one being: Who cares?
It seems I have scared enough people with my hairstyle that they tried to talk me into getting a cut.
From all the aunties and their daughters, they want my hair to be cut.
Being who I’m (Stubborn and half-witted) it’s needless to say they couldn’t convince me.
Enter Ma:
Said she’ll pay me if I get my haircut.
Well, I’m a reasonable man. (You know that!)
You can imagine what came next.
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