Must Read: By All Means I Must Get The Beard - Article

Must Get The Beard. 

You know, it's funny how of all things to ask God, the only thing I asked God as a kid was Beards. I just love them. As a kid and the last child of the family, I played with my father's beard a lot. It has this coarse feeling when he just had his bath and a silk feeling when he creamed it. I was so in love with it.
Growing up, I couldn't wait to have one. Older boys in my area boasted of theirs from age 16 upward. When I was 10, I thought I had just 6 more years. But the funny part was my eldest brother was old enough to father me and I could just see just 18-20 strands of hair on his chin. My immediate elder brother seems to be very hairy and he was already in the beard gang by 14.

This life itself is messed up. The super hairy brother of mine loathes his facial hair while my eldest brother wanted it as bad I I did. I gave up my search for beards when I have used almost every possible hairbooster; ready-made and hand-made, if you know what I mean.

Now,  I'm having issues. I'm 22 and there are just 6 strands of hair on my chin. Just yesterday, I was at INEC office to register for my voter's card as I did not get one in 2015 because I didn't have the time to. When it was my turn, the woman ushwring people in called me back and asked to know my age. I wanted to reply with #sh'omoagemini. I was dumbfounded. I mean, I am tall for my age and why would anyone think otherwise. My body doesn't have teenage written all over, does it?

This "unbeardedness" is more embarrassing than AIDS. Even my girlfriend agreed to date me after I showed her my birth certificate. She said she wanted to avoid being arrested for child abuse. Now is the time to rekindle my beard hunt as it seems like a necessity to live.
I must get the Beard.






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