I observed the gentleman’s poise
With confidence he strode in
He sat like a flaccid balloon
My eyes fastened on him as he was tucked in
Like a caterpillar in its diminutive cocoon
His hands completely encased without any resistance
His bushy hair like baboons’
Bushy, yet at the mercy of the other stranger


His eyes closed, his head rested
In the hands of the stranger
Parading series of sharp instruments
As the metal landed on his head
Accompanied by tractor-like sound
His face bared a painful expression
Yet, it was masked by his closed eyes
What a confidence! What a trust!


Amazingly, he came out alive
Appeared more handsome with his gaits
But his bushy head has disappeared
And charming smiles surfaced beneath his head
Seeing the shape of the head
Laced with the trimmed beard
Then I recognized him
We had met before, just a month ago


Yes, he was the same man
That lamented with a tone of bitterness
“It’s difficult to trust God when one is passing through
hell”
Then, his avowal was greeted with my muteness
But how come he knew the barber won’t cut his head?
And that the clipper’s pain will only make him look
better
Still lost in my thought, I kept wondering
Is it more difficult to trust The Maker than an Unknown
barber?


(c) Olajide Oladeji

Awesome write up, concealed the message of the poem until the end

Tinuolas:
Awesome write up, concealed the message of the poem until the end

Tinuolas:
Awesome write up, concealed the message of the poem until the end

Thank you.