My Nigerian barber stopped cold mid-cut, to admire a girl who was walking out of the barbershop.
I had seen her in the mirror, sitting behind me with her boyfriend. He was speaking to her incessantly, but she was looking around at the other men in the shop, like a lambchop in a skillet factory
Then her boyfriend fistbumped someone and announced that he was leaving.
She got up to.
Nobody responded but everyone stopped to watch her go.
My barber also stopped cutting me for a few second and he said, as he smiled under his breath:
Ukunwa diegwu”
Another dude behind me mumbled something in agreement.
I smiled back at my barber and told him
I don’t know what you said but I know what you said”
He almost died.
