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In recent years, as I was growing, I realize that I wasn’t that guy who would just do things for the first time or do certain things because people are doing them: unless more hypes are attached to them – like how we storm the streets of Nakuru and then hangout with friends when school closes, taking pictures – yeah, selfies pictures because the time I joined high school, smartphones were just falling into the market with a thud, evicting out the already players like Motorola and Nokia out forever. No. It never worked on me to take the group selfies most of the time up to date, or post them on my timeline. It is life and it’s a choice, isn’t it?

Just like I have grown up to this age and I have never done any massage in a comfy place. Comfy places rather. I have never done massage under an air-conditioned ceiling. Or, let me say I have never known what massage ever feel like under those ceilings: be it head, neck or eye massage (if such service is offered by salonist or in massage parlors). I know, when I was young, that, our mothers or aunts or caring cousins were the ones who would always volunteer to use hot water and a towel to nurse our hurt legs that got injuries playing soccer with our fellow armatures, hoping that someday, our stars will shine and maybe, by God’s grace, will find ourselves in Europe playing in those major coca cola leagues – or, the second division with teams like Leeds United, Derby County before we find our ways to the English Premier League clubs playing against Liverpool, Tottenham and Manchester City (Arsenal and Manchester United fans, be humble. We aren’t commentating the rate of struggles in the top four here, excuse us). That’s just a mere dream that shatter when circumstances force you to do things you did not planned.

Back to massage. In February, a friend of mine was asking me why I never shaved: Shh! I meant, my scattered beards and my Afro hair.

“I don’t like having a bald head and a smooth chin like a baby.”

“But they can reduce if you want?”

“Is there any difference between keeping it and reducing it?”

“At least you won’t look like Kajero.”

“I will shave my hair when I have receive my first born.”

“When is s/he coming?”

“I don’t know.”

“Aren’t these day dream fantasies, mate?”

“Do they kill any human being?”

“They don’t kill but they don’t build either.”

I laughed and then changed the topic. I knew it that I will never win battle of tongues, especially with a friend who knows you in and out. He will win definitely.

“By the way, Kajero would be having a better ground now to imitate every new artist that comes up with those funny songs in Kenya unlike in those days when the only key players in them music industry were the likes of Prezzo, Wyre, Jua Cali, etc,” I told him.

He let me spat the trash before he starts persuading me to take him to a best massage palace and have his head shaved too. I repeat, head shaved.

In Rush Hour, 1 or 2, I must be forgetting which one the two parts, but you would surely remember what happened to Carter in the city of Hong Kong: a place where he was stuck looking for Heaven on Earth Massage Palace. Well, this is exactly what my friend was looking. Such kinds of treatment that make you give away your last penny in the middle of the month without asking for a change. We chatted for a while before I gave in to escort him to shave his head – which, according to me, he had no much hair that would take him to the barbershop and scrap it off.

At Concord, ground floor, on your right hand side, when you enter, about 15 meters away from the lift, it’s Sunshine Hair Beauty Salon & Executive Barbershop.

We entered in and then sat: for the last time, he pose his guts to persuade me. I agreed that my beards would be trimmed. The aroma of good service. I could feel it. I could feel it that you can even take a short trip to Dubai and come back after one side of the head is massaged. You can decide to go to the moon and then come back when the other side of the head is done. I witnessed this when my friend sat on that chair and the hands of the lady’s work on him.

“Holly water they use under that sophisticated air-conditioned room feels like heaven. Oh the soap, the wild soap that could even washes away your worries. Lotion and the perfume used after, are the reasons why you will write your will – giving the larger share to the charity organizations, forgetting your own kids and their mother.” He told me.

I knew it. I could tell from his speech how he was giving everything away when the massage started from his head, neck and then moved to his shoulders. I could tell, right from the mirror that he had the best felling ever in a way.

“Are the ladies trained to do this or they were born with the talent?” He asked me when we walked out of the premises. His head was shinning brighter, reminding of what one comedian told his audience, that the man’s head was shinning brighter than his own future.

“I have no idea but that’s the full meaning of specialization and division of labor we read in business studies back in high school,” I told him.

Anyway, where were we? Here, right? Ok. I realized that I have been an idol of my on instincts: doing things that I love the most and without regretting the price I would pay if things don’t add up. Like siting long hours in a coffee shop when I am supposed to catch up a taxi to go home, chatting with Marvin Baguma, whom I find good lectures in class and a friend who act normal outside the lecturing halls, not minding his tertiary status because he can give you retakes if you fail to honor him by those hard titles like Master, Sir, Dr., etc. It’s also life, isn’t it?

Everything has a reason and the best reason why we should live a happy life is to embrace everything that life gives us with two hands. Like the picture I just posted on my Facebook page yesterday, I’m still checking the comments and replying to some of them and my friends were telling me to shave my beards, and my head, which actually made some of them felt bad when I said it’s long than some of these modern relationships, like reading from the Business Daily’s blog, in case you’re a devoted entrepreneur, etc.

If there is a person outside there who thinks that Facebook or social media in general, is a suburb infested with emotional individuals and not a group of global villagers who comes to interact and do our e-businesses in comfortably; then, I must say, perhaps they’re having a sheer knowledge about this platform. We are here on social media for many reasons: meeting new friends who could be of great help to us one day, finding new ideas based on what pops up on our news feeds and, finding the best place for your hair solutions (if you’re a lady) and massage and the best place for shaving in Juba. Like the page, share it and then call the contacts on the page. Keep it Sunshine Hair Beauty Salon & Executive Barbershop.

Happy 16th May.