A New Haircut

A friend claimed he had learned how to give a great haircut. He spoke glowingly about his new skill. I was excited for him and immediately subscribed.

One hour into my haircut with him, I was like a father tasting the first meal of his daughter – smiling and swallowing fast; praying this will be over soon.

I realized I had made a big mistake. Unfortunately, lost hair cannot be immediately regained.

I still had to pay for the haircut. Besides, what are friends for, if not for shared memories of pain?

The time came for damage control before I left for work. I was too ashamed to go to my trusted barber because I knew he would give me the full length of his tongue. That dude loves my hair so much. I was too scared to show him the aftermath of my infidelity.

I went to another barber to see how he could salvage the situation. Big mistake! The guy was savage. I came out looking so bad; I started thinking of just shaving my head clean.

Then something told me to swallow my pride like the prodigal son and return to my barber. I was looking so bad; he would have no choice but to have mercy. I proceeded, face in palm, to my barber.

Immediately I entered his laboratory (as he calls his barbershop), he looked up and screamed, “Wetin happen to you?” I tried to smile, but my mind could not carry a smile. My barber immediately begged the client on his chair to sit aside and allow him to attend to a troubled friend. The customer surprisingly obliged. It was then I confirmed that this was bad.

Fifteen minutes and many head-pushing later, I recovered some normalcy to my hair. I thanked my barber and dashed out before any more chiding.

My new haircut taught me three things I already knew but still failed to apply.

Do not take a confident beginner’s word for it. Ask for previous work done.

If you make a mistake, do what you know is right to correct it, even if it is difficult. Any easy choices will only make the mistake worse.

This too will pass.

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