Living abroad there are minor things that you never think of
before hand, but once you arrive, it becomes a moderate concern.
For instance, I have finally reached the
point where a hair cut is an absolute necessity.
Naturally had I been at home I would have
visited my barber, a professional honed by years of practice and success: my
father.
However, here one must seek out
a kinyozi just down the road.
Being that
I wanted to remain with a bit of hair since I shall soon encounter the cold of
North Carolina, I
decided to opt for option two.
A girl on the team claimed to have some skill with the
scissors as she cut her brother’s hair when at home.
She said he seemed to be fond of the haircut
and that was plenty of proof for me that she would be suitable for the
task.
Monday night it began to rain, not
some of the gentle rains that have fallen upon us as of late, but rather a
severe downpour that threatened even to breach the threshold of our house.
It was amidst such a rain and its resulting
cacophony that I sat down to have a trim.
The gal did a delightful job trimming around the ears and
another combined her skill to shave the neck.
I think one’s apparent hair worth is determined by a good clean neck and
now I can make such a claim.
Clearly I
will have had enough of a trim to make it until arriving home in a few
weeks.
However, it is always true that
on the mission field you must be prepared to do more than just preach the
Gospel; learn to cut hair, for it may come in handy some day down the road.
