Matatu operators were harassing some lass for what they termed as “indecent” attire, calling her names that’d make the devil get earplugs.
The lady was dressed in a very short bare back dress. A typical case of “freeze & shine”.
So, the ‘fisi’ in me silently cursed those “primitive” fellas for being so “old fashioned” and trashing so much eye-candy *ahem*.
But ethically, I knew I was wrong.
I remembered this one time when I got into trouble courtesy of my grooming.
I had decided to cut short my visits to the local barber shop. As nature would have it, my hair grew long and untamable (those who know me well know what that means). And since I’m a sworn enemy to combs, my head resembled some tropical forest. Only that it lacked “monkies”
As I was taking my routine strolls in the early hours of the night, I ran into the boys in blue.
We all know how these people are. After the routine questions and a request to see my national ID card (which I wasn’t carrying at that time) things got nasty. One of them yanked the knit cap I was wearing, only to reveal my miniature Congo forest.
They got enraged.
They made assumptions.
One thing led to another and before long, I had cold metal “bangles” on my wrist. For the first time ever!
Were it not for the intervention of a pal, I’d have been a guest of the state that day.
My next stop was at the barber shop.
It was a lesson learnt, the hard way.
May be we do not pay much attention to what our outward appearance shouts about us, but it really tells a lot.
People will always judge you by how you look even before they get to know how you sound like.
Spot on
Let me assume those “monkies” would have been lice. 😀
hahahah…. not really