31/05/2025
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FUNNY STORY BEHIND MY BALD HEAD AS A KID 👧
As a child, I was so naughty and stubborn, I did a lot of crazy things that earned me a lot of beating from my African mother, looking back at those memories, I always burst out laughing. The picture below was taken in 2009, I can't recall the exact day and month, but it was the burial of my my maternal grandfather, Late Chief Augustine Nwanya, may his soul continue to rest well.
A few weeks prior to this picture, my head had been cut as a punishment for my stubbornness. My mum had styled my hair into little buns with fancy ribbons and bands in that particular school week. On the Wednesday, I had lost one of the ribbons, and my hair was hanging out. I recall my primary school classmates laughing at my hair and asking me to sell some peppers from my head to them. I was so ashamed that after school, I walked all the way home covering that loose part of my hair with my hands. My mum kept asking me to leave it and that it wasn't so bad, but I didn't want to be caught unfresh 😎. We eventually got home, did my assignments, and freshened up quickly with the hope that my mum would fix my hair fast so I could join my mates to play outside. This woman insisted on making dinner and asked that I hold on till she was done. The more I kept crying and urging her to come do my hair, the longer she took.
Mind you, all this while I still had my hand covering my hair. I got so upset eventually and took matters into my hands. I took a pair of scissors and chopped off that part of my hair. The moment I realized what I had done, I knew I was doomed. The story changed immediately. I had stopped crying and left the house with my hands still clenched on my head to join others to play. I guess my mum felt I had learned my lesson and immediately asked me to come and make my hair, Omo😂 my people I declined ohh, telling her”mummy don’t worry finish what you’re doing” she let me be for a few mins and then called again this time around insisting, this woman forcefully removed my hand from my hair, and saw the massive hole on it😬
She panicked “Chineke naputa ekwensu Ike “
and this dialogue ensued,
👵:Adaobi what happened to your hair
👧:mummy I don’t know ohhh,
👵:Adaobi what happened to your hair for the last time?!!
👧: mummy it’s chiwendu in my class that cut my hair.
Ehh😂😂 a very resounding slap followed suit, neighbors had gathered round, till this day i kept wondering why that was the only lie that I could come up with , probably because Chiwendu, was the one who brought so much attention to my hair in school earlier and was the only boy who would always pick on me everyday at school.
I kept lying and accusing him of my hair, neighbors kept pleading with me to say the truth, cause my mum had refused to stop beating me until I said the truth, after multiple slaps, my people!😂 I said the truth oh, and even went to get the scissors and my hair from where I had hidden them😂
My mother took me straight to the barber, and i kept pleading , “mummy please now🙏, mummy I won’t do it again “ was my rhyme till my head was completely bald, my mother made sure they didn’t leave a strand on my hair and gave out the extensions she had initially planned for me to use to make my hair for the burial later😂
MORAL OF THE STORY: There are many moral lessons, pick whichever suits you😂
