Ever since I saw beards growing on my jaw, I never liked it. I remove them every single time I go for a haircut; in fact, it made me start visiting the salon every week instead of my usual two weeks. I don't know why I didn't like it; maybe it's because my dad is not a fan of it or because of the way it scratches.
One funny thing about beards is that they grow on people who don't want them while they run away from people who are panting for them.
What pushed me to keep beards...
There was this friend of mine called Bright, and the way God endowed him with good lines of beards is so amazing; it gave his face a nice curve, and he looks so cute on it with his pink lips🤸🤸.
I admired this guy's beard to the extent that I asked him to cut some soap for me in case he was applying anything to it, but he said it was just a natural gift.
The reason I'm emphasizing this guy's beard is because his beard is the type that they don't borrow at the salon with the help of some substances and clippers; this one is self-trimmed. It's not jaga jaga(rough).
From the first day we discussed, I scheduled the next two weeks to start my beards journey. I was so sure mine would be fine too because it used to grow rapidly(naturally) on its own, coupled with my fair complexion🥱.
Along the line on that same week, I and a female colleague were coming back from work, and one thing led to another; we found ourselves talking about beards, and she said she likes guys with work beards. Omo! Tears almost dropped from my eyes😢 because I've been crushing on this lady for a long while and she kept dribbling me like Ronaldo.
"Jeeezzz! That's why she's refused to date me" I said in my mind, then thoughts ran fast to check the guy she's always with, and I found out that the guy is badly loaded with beards.
Damn! It was that day I began my journey for beards; I couldn't wait any longer.
Normally, I visit the salon every weekend, either to have a full hair cut or just to shave my beards, but that particular weekend, I didn't go, and I was feeling myself already.
There was no mirror in my house because I'm not a lady, so the only way I could feel the growth of the beards was via my hands or use of selfie camera.
Once I touches it and feels roughness, I'll smile😁 because I know it's growing, and that lady must have been feeling its presence already🤩
Sunday of the first week passed without shaving, and all I could think was, "I've joined the beard gang."
But something shocking happened the next day, which was Monday.
Immediately after we closed prayer in church that Monday morning around 7:00 a.m., my pastor's wife walked up to me and begged me to go and cut the beards because it wasn't looking nice at all. Damn! I was stunned by her words; she even offered me N500 to use, and I was dumbfounded. I wanted to explain to her that I was training the beards but I couldn't, she meant well for me. Shame catch me!😭
After I agreed and she left, I brought out my phone and took a selfie, "Why is she saying this face is not nice?" I said as I was feeling the photo.
Then another suggestion came and I had to go for a mirror. Guys, I didn't know that my selfies have been deceiving me since, the mirror showed me my real face and I had to quickly 'teleport' to a salon.
After then, I queried my guys why they didn't tell me that my face was out of place and I got "you want to join beard gang na" as a response 🤣, which means they saw my crazy face but decided to let it be until my brain returns to normal 🤧.