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At The Salon


Okay, let me gist you about my visit to the salon #throwbackstory if you’re not too busy to read. It was some days ago, I called my hairdresser and she was far from her salon, I couldn’t wait for her as it could take hours before she got back and I didn’t plan to go anywhere the next day, I just wanted to be home all day, eating and sleeping. I told my stylist that I couldn’t wait so I decided to find somewhere else. I found somewhere not too far from hers so I didn’t have to walk much. I got there and saw like seven females, most of them were apprentices. The salon is not a boring place when there are a lot of females because they will not stop talking about something and even if you don’t join in, you would enjoy the discussion anyway.

They went from topic to topic, some funny, some were not funny, I concentrated on my scrabble game anyway. I laughed when necessary too. The real gossip started not so long after. I refer to it as the real gossip because they were talking generally before but as soon as one person had to leave to get something or attend to something else and that was when the gossip started, ghen ghen!



They talked about how one was lazy which wasn’t right because she was the most junior as seniority is based on who came first, bla bla, how she barely chats with everyone else like what was she feeling like? Someone tried defending her saying that the girl had actually admitted the fact that she hardly talks to people, even when she’s home. Another girl told them to stop comparing themselves to someone that was in ‘school’ as she was only there with them for her internship program not as a worker or an apprentice.

“Ehn, na only she don go school before, so since she don go school now, she be god for your eyes” girl A says, “Yes, she be god!” girl B affirmed in a loud voice, “na your god she be na, no be my own” girl A says. Others looked on, no comment. “Cynthia (not real name), I’ve noticed that thing about you, when you see anyone that’s in school, you’ll be seeing them as god” girl A said to girl B. “She no be our mate, abi she be our mate?” girl B said to the rest of the girls, no response still. “If she dey here, I no go fit talk am, na because she no dey here I dey talk am so she no be our mate at all, forget say we dey here dey learn work” They probably saw no big deal in it and girl A and B were the most senior so they (the other girls) didn’t really say much to contribute as those ones were like mini-bosses or just apprentices as the case was.

Two things I got from the discussion; do not look down on yourself because if you do, no one will look up to you. Why would someone see another person as a god because she’s in the university and it seems she has achieved or is on her way to achieving more than they have? It’s okay to aspire to be something but because someone is already the something you aspire to be doesn’t mean you should condone their bad behavior or let them treat you as they wish. If you don’t like something and you can’t tolerate it, speak up, except if it will make you lose your job, life or source of income, then I’d say, be patient. My point, say how you feel especially when you know you have nothing to lose and if you have something to lose and you feel it’s worth losing, why not? If you have to refrain from saying how you feel, let it be for a more important reason other than seeing the person as a ‘god’. Even our God in heaven, we tell him how we feel however it comes out of our mouth, how much more your fellow human. I rest my case here.


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