Of Fifty Shades Of Dread #2018BOTY

Day 20 of 25 Days of Blogmas celebrating the Best Of The Year #BOTY2018

What do I know fashion and style trends…….

I am Jon Snow. I know nothing

I would guess its something to do with my hair.

The natural hair trend seems to be catching on like wildfire, some say its because its cheaper to keep your hair au naturel, others are about embracing their selves with pride and no additives…….

As natural hair trends are being accepted in the corporate world as well as some education institutions people no longer have to conform to having only particular hair style and length as the acceptable.

I have heard people jokingly quip:

“MaRasta avakuwanda kudarika vanhu….”

Translation: “The are now more rasta haired persons than people”
Ras Caleb the rascal dread 
Ras Beaton
Ras Tere

Funny thing though, it kinda carries an implication that rasta folk aren’t quite regular people, even when someone is describing a group of people they will zero in on that “yeah I saw 4 people and one rasta” instead of just saying 5 people.

Its crazy weird how random people will walk up to you and greet you like you belong to some super elite, socially conscious group and all you have to do is give a vague rasta nod and they walk away happy…….

Should people meet me walking with my fam like this:

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The walking dread

Its On!

People have such a fascination with dreadlocks that I am not surprised the trend is trending, especially in the circles for creatives; where its almost a signature look. Odds are very high, if you spot someone with locks, they are into some creative art…….

To read in very vague detail about how my hair is the way it is click button below:

~B

PS….. So what does your hair say about you?

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Of The Band On My Hand #2018BOTY

Today is day 11 of 25 Days of Christmas, one post everyday celebrating the best of 2018 #2018BOTY

This year was should be the year I would have bought my best phone ever then even done an unboxing video and full on interactive review made for a VR Box in 360 degrees

but you know what they say 

Man Plans, and God Laughs

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A stranger in need decided their need for my laptop was greater than mine and that it would be better if they and not me possessed it. If only they had given me a warning then I would have backed up all the words that called my laptop home, and also my external hard drive.

And just when I was wondering what else could possibly go wrong, my phone decided to tap out, lights out, knock knock, no one is home.

A moment of silence to all the drafts you will never read 

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My current replacements are like those biscuit spare tyres that you are supposed only supposed to use until you get to the nearest tyre dealer and those are supposed to be a blogger’s best friends next to a whole lot of internet.

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While I was writing this, I was busy trying to figure out what my best purchase for the year was and I have it. The best thing I bought cost me  fifty cent bond coin. I bought it from a lady who sold odd assortments, at an illegal fleamarket stall in downtown Harare.

A hair scrunchie thingie, I dont know its has a real name.

Initially she quoted me a ridiculous amount of money stressing how it was made of strong, durable, elastic material but as I walked away she kept dropping the price until she said;

“Just give me whatever you have.”

All I had, was a fifty cent coin and she said that was exactly enough for her busfare home and she would accept it, since business was slow and she had not sold a single item all day.

Its an interesting thing this elastic hairband thing (again what is the word for this stretchy oddity? Please help

I bought it at the beginning of the year and have worn it more as an arm ornament than as a hair securing device.

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I really would not mind buying another exactly like this but the government cracked the whip on vendors after the Cholera outbreak in attempt to bring sanity in the streets, and have no way of finding the person who sold me this particular one. I have seen many others but they dont quite feel like this one does, some too stretchy others not stretchy enough; this one just right.

I have really long hair, and sometimes it gets all up in my face, or an errant strand brushes up on the nape of my neck, like some sinister serpent slithering around my neck and startling me; (I really do not like snakes I have a very rational fear that people get bitten and they die. Perfectly reasonable, possible, probable, & inevitable……) and still I wear my hair band as an armlet except for when I really need my hair tamed behind  my head like when cooking or eating especially burgers or brushing teeth  and other things 

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Whats a hair band for but an excuse to simply flaunt your hair.

~B

Of Letting it GROW: hair

Hello……

A few questions I get asked fairly regularly include how long I have been keeping my hair, why I have dread locks and if I have any hair care tips for someone wishing to grow theirs too and who my hairstylist is?
Well today you are in luck……

The last time I tried to measure my hair length was a couple of days ago……..

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I don’t quite remember the length I got from the tape measure, mostly because, well, one was pretending to measure the length, one mustn’t measure their precise hair length one must stay humble…… Just let it grow, let it grow!!!!! 

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Generally it’s somewhere close to Mid Back length MBL or something like that:

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How long have I been keeping my hair?
•hmmm I have been keeping it since the last time I got my hair cut, and to be honest I don’t remember when And I can’t recall what my scalp looks like.

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Why do I have dreadlocks?
• correction, first of all they are not dreadlocks as such, what I have going on is called two strand twists…. because well twisted into two strands.

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• I used to have such a big Afro hair, I loved that huge Afro and I  wore it like that cause I could comb it out. That is, until the breakage during combing started really getting to me, this hair was never designed to be tamed by a comb and that’s why people get regular hair cuts or use hair relaxers and straighteners but I figured it would be crying shame to just cut it off and thus I started to keep it twisted……..

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How to get length?

That’s easy don’t cut your hair!!!!!!

That’s the easy part not cutting your hair and then it gets complicated because it takes no small amount of commitment, especially in the beginning, the awkward phase is real when you have the short wriggly larva hair going on…

until one day boom the butterfly emerges

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The number of people you have to defend your hair from, The System; Lecturers, Dean of Students, Vice Chancellor, Employers, Potential In-law’s, Church Folk (because apparently the devil resides in long hair), random strangers, friends and family……….

I have a friend who cut his hair for a job interview and still didn’t get the job….

The closest I got to a hair cut was when a relation literally dragged me to a hair salon and offered, a then obscene amount of money; to the barber to cut my hair and the barber was like “NO, it would be bad Karma.” I have never been more thankful for karma than that day….  .

There’s always that relative whose first words are “I see you haven’t cut your hair……” like you an unrepentant criminal…

You will have to cultivate a streak of stubbornness and yep I am a keeper

Still I love my hair

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If you really like it put a ring on it 😂

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Who does my hair?
I have this pillow, you go to sleep and when you wake up;  you wake up like this….

I woke up like this with my locks

You can’t keep two strand twists without learning how to self twist your hair….

And sometimes hair strands will break off, it happens;

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•like when a baby grips your hair as if all of existence depends on it *snap*
•Your hair gets caught on a Velcro strap *snap*
•Your hair gets caught on zipper as you pull off your jersey. *snap*

don’t panic, grab a needle and thread and just sew it back on, nobody will ever know……….

~B

Of Hair Like Mine

 

I am still not my hair but people identify me via my hair, some people don’t even know my name, they just call me Rasta…..

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me from a year ago:

my afro locks

See my circle ….

My Circle

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My hair is more than shoulder length.. and I still wake up like this….

I wake up like this

But having hair this long has its moments……..

hair tied.pngIts strange how when my hair was shorter, I used to find every reason to tie it up into a pony tail but not now….I prefer my hair free…

but I still get moments when:

A strand of hair moves over my arm or neck and my heart stops because you think it’s a spider or a snake….(o.o)

to be honest I was thinking more of the ghostly apparitions from the exorcist or insidious or conjuring or paranormal activity then decided you might relate more to spiders/snakes better than super natural entities…. A ghostly caress… goosebumps

When I bite a burger, I have to pay extra attention, its very easy for a strand of hair to get entangled and find its way into my mouth….., it doesn’t taste very good…..

Pay special attention, when I brush my teeth, I have to tie up my  hair unless I want my locks toothpaste coloured.. which I don’t…

And little kids are such terrorists… They will grab hold and not let go…..

And then there is that moment when a random stranger says:

“Omg I love your hair”
You  are all tongue tied trying to figure the best way to say “thank you”
And they tell “Hey, I am a hair dresser I can retouch your hair…. “(o.O)
So was the compliment real or just a means lie to get your attention cause if they wanna redo your hair it looks horrible……

What crazy moments has your hair gotten you into..???

~B

Day 23 Blog everyday challenge

Of 15 and Not Out

Today is day 15 of the blog everyday challenge…….

Confession its not a walk in the park but if it was it would not be called a challenge now would it? So a friend asked me how its been going, I quoted a line from a John Legend song:

My head is under water and I am breathing fine

Hmmm I am thinking unless he is aqua-man or a mer-person there is no way he could be breathing water and be just fine…. Granted you could hold your breath for a long time but breathing under water??? John legend be selling dreams….

Why did I join this challenge?

>because I could

>because I wanted to prove it could be done

>because I was curious to see who else would attempt it because it saw an opportunity and I took it

>because when you want to read something you have write it yourself

>how do I encourage people to be consistent in their blogging if I can’t do what needs doing? I am part of a blogging community where one of the most asked questions is how do I stay consistent and I am that tough love friend who tells you that if you want to, you will otherwise you will find excuses.

Life gets in the way, it always does… if you wait for that perfect moment to write, you might wait for a very long time……….

This post is hastily typed up post as Friday evening is calling…… WHATS a Friday but a reason to celebrate that you have survived blogging for 15 days in row

Friday cheers

Cheers to the weekend

~B

PS have an awesome weekend and be good

 

 

 

Of Anniversary Coffee With A Writing Challenge

If you were having coffee with me……

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I would tell you that if you haven’t figured me out by now you really should know that I am is a story teller….. I tell stories. Life happens and I tell stories.

Well technically I write them, but in my head, as I write, I tell the story, and I imagine, you really are here, listening, my imaginary audience, I even imagine how you will react the way you are shaking your head right now and then reading this paragraph again from the start…. Its freaky isn’t it

I know right.

…..and there is a fire, there’s always a fire, the Story Gods are appeased by the flames, as it has always been. Fire is my spirit animal.

If you were having coffee with me I would tell you that you are a voice in my head, correction, one of the voices in my head. Don’t be alarmed I am not a crazy person, and stop It!!! Stop trying to imagine what goes on in my head.

My head for your own information is quite fine, I had it examined today even. I looked in the mirror and I thought to myself I look fine right? And my hair is quite long!!

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My brothers agree with you too.

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If all the people who thought exactly what you are thinking right now (yes I read minds sometimes besides you are a figment of my imagination remember) if all those people were doctors I would be telling you this story from the comfort of an asylum and I would be asking you why straitjackets don’t come in any fun colours…. A rainbow coloured strait jacket Id rock that.

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also dont believe my brothers they are no better, they just dont write

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If you were coffee with me I would tell you that if my blog had gone to High School it would be matriculating or writing its General Certificate of Secondary Education O levels just about now.

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As an anniversary gift to my blog I shall present it with a blogging challenge to write a blog post everyday for the month of September. The general theme of the posts will be #MyAfricaMyWords and you will get an insight into who I am, why I blog and the place I call home.

Brace yourself  and do drop by to read, hang out and encourage me…. If you would like to take part in this challenge, consider yourself tagged… You Are In. Bring a friend.

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Look out for the following hashtags on social media #30DayAfriwriter #BlogTemberChallenge #MyAfricaMyWords

~B

Ps I have been day dreaming on the future of storytelling I wont be impressed until someone invents (you know how some phones have that speech-to-text function) a thought-to-text function you simply think out the words and they are plucked out of your head to magically appear on the screen including the relevant images ……

You should come visit my head.

Have an awesome week.

Of Goat To Be Kidding Me

Once upon a time…. we used to settle our debts with a handshake and an agreement that you had in excess something I needed and I had more of something you needed, so we shook on it and a bargain was struck ..… wait; it is not a folk tale, it just might be the future….

Our crazy economy and its surrogate bond currency might be in for quite some change…. (no pun intended)

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I kid you not

A High Court judge made headlines for offering to goats as settlement in divorce proceedings….Newsday.jpg

….and the goat drama begun because shortly after;

The Ministry of Education was featured in the Sunday paper saying how schools must be flexible in matters of tuition fees and not just turn away pupils.  Parents and guardians can pay for their wards’ fees using livestock or do chores for the school in lieu of tuition.

The Newspaper article carried the headline Pay Fees With Goats:

And as you can imagine goats have broken Zimbabwean internet, people have way too much free time on their hands….

Oh yeah and so far its only schools that have been mandated to accept goats so don’t get carried away…

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To be honest though having parents selling their livestock to raise school fees is nothing groundbreaking but now it seems is somewhat implied that you just walk to the school leading your goat by the leash and hand it to the school headmaster.

What the ministry is proposing makes sense but then it’s not the kind of thing one wakes up and casually announces like “oh yeah, if you don’t have money you can bring in your goats as fees” and it does not really solve the root problem. Anyway how are the goats going to be converted into actual cash for the schools? I am guessing some livestock auction will have to happen; sounds simple enough but if people sell their goats because of not having money, whom oh whom is going to buy them? Some schools are probably going to end up with goats they cant find buyers for or selling them at less than market value, and another thing how exactly is the price of livestock going to be evaluated there’s bound to be lot of chicanery going on, people being the way they are; and in the interim where would the goats be kept, and what would happen if a goat dies? So many questions….

Imagine the unlikely event of every parent bringing a goat, cow or chicken; what a circus act schools would turn out to be and small wonder goat jokes are trending….

If the ministry has everything figured out they ought to say as much and explain how everything ought to work instead of vague newspaper quotes with room to a whole of misinterpretation.

Maybe our future currency is livestock; a legal framework to allow movable assets to be used as collateral or security when acquiring a bank loan, is on its way to being passed into law.

Banks only consider immovable property as collateral and if you don’t got none you won’t get a loan hun; no matter how lucrative the venture you need financing. The logic behind it doesn’t need any economist to figure out; you use immovable property as security because it guarantees one doesn’t up run away with it because hellooo immovable.

Enter The Movable Property Security Interest Bill; which seeks to make movable assets such as livestock, motor vehicles, furniture as collateral for bank loans. If the bill passes for a law this will make it a somewhat easier to get a loan but I am curious though who gets to keep the collateral, the thing with movable property, it can be lost, stolen, it depreciates and possibly dies, I’m no legal expert but I foresee an increase in civil and criminal lawsuits….

Banks best be using the super profits they made to build kraals and pens to hold their loan repayment securities.

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I had a dream of the future and it kinda smells like dung…..

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~B

Of Fifty Strands Of Grey

Titanium pearl
Metallic graphite
Silver dusk
Ash black
All shades of grey and counting

                                       How many grey strands do I have in my beard?

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50 strands of grey that’s how many I counted from my beard before I stopped counting…… The thing about counting your greys…, you know how a witch’s spell is spelled, the way naming it makes it real, it is just like that.
From the day you look in the mirror and discover your first grey, then you pull at it, all nonchalant, thinking it’s a strand of linen or an errand fabric, that has no business on your person, only to discover it hurts when you pluck it (you never forget that day when you realise you are aging) and you count it ONE. You panic a bit and then eventually kid yourself into forgetting about it, that it was a special limited, one-time only freak of nature, a once-off.

Every morning you spend longer than you normally do, starring at your reflection not because you like the way you reflect….. and just when you relax and start to think, “Phew! Dodged that bullet”…. and then there were THREE and then NINE and then 27 progressing in some weird exponential curve increasing every time you count the grey ones…….

It’s all perfectly natural and happens to everyone at some point in time……. You age you get greys….. Except only when you get grey at a time way to early, I mean don’t we learn in biology 101 how you get grey as you age and die…. OH NO!!! Does this mean I am dying ?????Yes we are born then we die but in between all that, life happens..the thing is I am too young to die and too old to die young……..Its like having midlife crisis at half the age it normally happens… OMG quarter life crisis

I discovered my first grey(s) in my late teens when I was still struggling to grow the fuzz on my face that I called a beard….

I used to pluck out the greys with a tweezer, until I discovered that it is also like counting them, for every ONE you pluck a new crop of grey will pop up in an arithmetic progression that boggles the mind……. at that rate by Christmas my beard would have been so snow white, I could cast for Santa Claus minus the big tummy of course….

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Suddenly other people notice it too….. It is so cute(not) how someone will ask you “hey do you know your beard is grey?Erm oh really I hadn’t noticed…… Or “How old are you…?” It is so hard not to be insecure when you are self-conscious about your “uniqueness

And then someone introduced me to dye…. The beauty of synthetic colour…. For a while I had the vibrant rich colour as advertised on the pamphlet, but only for a week and some change and then would need to dye it again…. I was always careful not to swallow any dye, to avoid dyeing slowly on the inside you see… but I ruined more than one good tshirt with splashes of colour. This one time I accidentally dyed my beard a most curious shade of blue, the instructions on the bottle are in Chinese so, yeah that……. It was hilarious watching people trying super hard not to stare, stealing glances at me..

Ladies who never step outside without wearing make-up….. I get it now….
I even discovered a handy use for a mascara brush, well I think that’s what it`s called the one, some ladies use to brush out their eyebrows or is it eyelashes??, to look like maybe they were born with it….. anyhoo that brush is handy as a dye applicator especially when you are going for that pencil thin beard that looks like its painted on….2014-04-02 13.59.46.jpg
….But unfortunately just as the spell, as counting and as plucking, when the dye wears off, you wind up with even more grey (or maybe it seems that way). So eventually I took a leaf from page in my mum’s book….

My mum has had rich shiny Silver hair from the first day I became aware that this woman gave birth to me…

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She embraced the genes she was created with and carries her uniqueness like an armour; small wonder, even now, some people actually ask her what dye or tint she uses because her hair is that striking, she laughs and always says “I was born with it.” Her hair started going grey when she was in her teens and I guess oh those genes passed on to me…..2015-04-19 15.51.25.jpg
I shave and I trim but I don’t dye it back, I walk around with wisps of grey on my chin and I feel sophisticated. There is an old wives tale about how if you start to go grey early, it is a sign that you will die, a wealthy man…. Some people do a double take and ask me my age and say “aren’t you too young to look that old” and I smile and say “I have wisdom far beyond my age, I am simply an old soul remembering all the things I forgot…..
It’s still weird, when someone compliments me and asks what kind of dye I use on my beard, I am not used to being noticed I am normally a wallflower, watching, but am getting used to the shift from looking at, to being looked at…


Its my birthday today, I looked in the mirror and noticed I have way more grey than I used to but that’s ok, I’ll wear my grey like a badge the color of wisdom, I feel sophisticated ageing gracefully on my way to becoming ME

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whats a birthday but an excuse to eat cake?????

What is this, on my beard why that’s lil bits of wisdom far beyond my years.

~B

 

 

Of Coffee On WashDay

If you were having coffee with me…… you would be in time to join me on my washday ritual. Washday for me comes every once in an assymetrical number of days, possibly weeks sometimes monthly there is no definite system, but usually the weekend before a week with events I want to look my best…… Happy Valentine’s day  ♥♥♥♥

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WashDay I circle it on my calendar in red over and over again and in case you are wondering, washday is not about laundry, it is a whole day dedicated to all things hair. I have twisted locks and you can tell by the length of my locks I am fanatic about it, you can call me Rasta B  

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First step is oil treatment or a conditioning mask, shampooing the hair makes it dry and brittle so first I pre-oil.

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After that the soap opera begins, detangling, anti-dandruff shampoo…. Lather, rinse and repeat until the hair foams freely and the rinse water runs clear. My eyes always wind up blood-red like I have been huffing paint; I have tried No More Tears Shampoo, but am not sure how much of it one must drink to stop the tears, though you start burping really cool bubbles. Sometimes when I run out of shampoo I use dish-washing liquid, and fabric softener as a conditioner. Some say it’s a terrible idea, some say its ok, all I know is it works except for an urge to want to wipe down dishes in the kitchen sink with my hair.

I am currently raving about a shampoo I bought from a street salesman. H e approached me while I was walking in town and said “Rasta Big Up, I promise if you buy this stuff you wont regret it” and since it cost only $1 I decided why not. He even gave me his number assuring me I would be placing a future order.

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I was a bit skeptical the bottle and label is unremarkable and the unscented gel shampoo smells is like detergent but I have to give it  a thumbs up a single palmful lathers up my entire hair and it doesnt dry it out. I think it has traces of conditioner and moisturiser in it. I’ll definitely be calling him up for my next fix.

If you were having coffee with me we would sit in the sun, and warm up after that soap opera affair as we wait for my hair to drip dry. One always hopes washday falls on a nice warm and sunny day.

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Next I section my hair into some sort of buns or is it bangs? I am not quite sure. Followed finally by retwisting all the new hair growth with beeswax; some oil and moisturiser.

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My hairdresser introduced me to this hair Ganjalizer Super Natural Herbal Hair Food. I suspect it has questionable legality issues seeing as the label claims it contains 100% Ganja also known as marijuana, cannabis, weed, herb, hemp…. People who sell it don’t display it and if you look like a plain clothed policeman undercover (i.e clean shaven; plain bald head) and ask for it they will tell you it’s out of stock.

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Ganjalizer

It does have the scent of marijuana and I think when you use it you might want to stay away from police sniffer dogs or areas where drug searches are conducted…. just to be safe. Common street myth is if you want your hair to grow luxuriously infusing marijuana seeds into your petroleum jelly and using that as hair food is the holy grail.

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If you were having coffee with me I would tell you about the acid test of successfully completed washday.

The Acid Test …. Walking downtown in an area where hairdressers and barbers are lined up on the pavement seeking out clients… If not a single one of them calls you and says “lets style or cut” or offer any service done on your hair then you know your hair is on point. Though sometimes just to fool you they might just call you…….

If you were having coffee with me I would ask you if a random hot person compliments you on your hair and then when you smiling and feeling yourself graciously trying to accept the compliment and then they suddenly say “By the way I am a hairdresser, here is my card call me sometime……” how genuine was the compliment they paid you or did they speak to you just to solicit for a potential client and would you call them?

Thanks for the visit do you have any hair routines and tips you might want to share? Have a happy heart day.

~B

Ps Some guys have washday too ☻☺☻

 

Of Coffee And Bicycle Rides With Psychos

 

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If you were having coffee with me we would go on a bike ride.

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When was the last time you rode a bike? I haven’t ridden a bike in ages, but its true what they say about bicycles, falling off is easy and oh, yeah you never really forget how to fall.
I had forgotten how riding a bike is so exhilarating the wind in your face, locks being blown behind you; man and machine ONE.

The bicycle is a curious vehicle. Its passenger is its engine.
~John Howard

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Enough of this Sunday stroll…… lets hurt a little, if you were having coffee with me, we going  to go up a steep slope, the further we ride, the heavier the pedals feel and that deep burn you feel in your thighs, its like we doing leg day at the gym, you gotta put in the work. When we finally stop your legs will feel like jelly but its totally worth it. I am fitness junkie you see get fit or die trying. I wish we had that tandem bike and we could ride together how much fun would that be? I promise would pick a route that is mostly downhill.

If you were having coffee with me, we would be having coffee instead the coffee mug would be full of ice cold water on the rocks, after the fun ride in the sun re-hydration is recommended. I am a big fan of the water therapy averaging 8 glasses at the least, you cant really have too much of water unless of course you have waaay too much.

If you were having coffee with me I would tell you that there is supposedly a test which can show if you are a psycho or not, separating the sheep from the murderous goats as it were by simply answering the following test:

This is a genuine psychological test. It is a story about a girl.
While at the funeral of her own mother, she met a guy whom she did not know.
She thought this guy was amazing, so much her dream guy she believed him to be, that she fell in love with him there and then … A few days later, the girl killed her own sister.

Question: What is her motive in killing her sister?

If you get the answer correct congratulations you think like a psychopathic and should be very careful to not let that crazy show, blend in. I aced this test in case you are wondering and don’t know whether I should be happy or scared about it.

If you were having coffee with me I would tell you that I have successfully managed to teach my twin nephews how to stomp on and kill cockroaches after numerous demonstrations and getting them to not run away from roaches like they are child eating beasts as they were doing earlier. With all the money I am going to save from not having to buy bug spray I am going to buy myself a set of earphones that don’t fall out when I run I need some snug fitting earphones so I can enjoy the simple pleasure of listening to music while I jog.
The best thing about teaching the twins to stomp on cockroaches is that not only are they taking care of my slight infestation problem, the hurricanes of pure energy are burning up excess energy and practically falling asleep on their feet without the usual drama…yey peace and quiet, they look like angels when they sleep.

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A baby on a tiger

~B

PS have you figured out the answer to the test?

Answer: She was hoping that the guy would appear at the funeral again.

If you answered this correctly, you think like a psychopath. This was a test by a famous American psychologist used to test if one has the same mentality as a killer. Many arrested serial killers took part in this test and answered it correctly. If you didn’t answer correctly – good for you. Ask your friends to take the test too for awareness …..If your friends hit the jackpot, may I suggest that you keep your distance. (If you got the answer correct, please let me know so I can take you off my friend list…)

PPS on a totally related matter Do not believe everything that you read on the Internet, have an awesome week