My Hair dresser

Hey guys, hope u r all good??? but dis lagos rain is sumn else o, weda these bus drivers and okada riders dey plan with rain, so dem go increase their fare, i nor sabi o, lol
now' I dont joke with my hair in d sense dat i can travel or even trek to ijebu ode to make my hair. it doesn't really matter who, when n how i made it as far as it comes out extra extrafine (n for d rest of d week, na so so compliment upon compliments wit a lil’ bit of toasting i go dey hear, :)

newayz in my quest for 'beauty'(no be say i no fine o) i discovered seyi (not real name). She is light complexioned, not too tall, in her early 20's (i tink) and very skilled in her job (weaving, braiding,tonging, fixing) but seyi likes to do; even when she's on duty. Her strategy... she receives a call on her 4one, tells d client to grant her 5mins to run an errand, but returns 30 mins later, full of explantions wey no get head, most of her customers dont complain b cos they kno she gives dem d best.

But seyi pulled a stunt in front of my korokoro eyes last week sunday, dat has left me numb(till now sef); I had gone to her salon in the afternoon to retouch my hair, i met one of her girls, asked afta seyi n was told she had gone to deliver an urgent message; in my head (indeed), newayz , since i wanted seyi to do it, i sat down to wait, luckily for me, i was d only client. after waiting for long time listening to salon gossip, Seyi dashed into ther salon, sat on one of d chairs, picked up one old magazine lying around, hitched up her skirt n began to fan her kini; It was after she had finished fanning it dat she was saw me,

“ah fine aunty”, she gushed “welcome o, hope say e neva tey wen u come???” me wey still open mouth, na soo i use style close am,

“ehn, i replied, “i neva tey, shey u well so???? i asked “ah norrin do me, mo'wapa”, with dat she stood up, came close to me and asked me wat i wanted to do to my hair, as she reached for my scarf, na so i jump up, carry my kit (nor be me n her, who kno werrin dos hands jus do finish) and walked to where weavons displayed, in my head, i begin plan how to leave the salon, still clutching my kit, i asked for an imaginary weavon,

“seyi”, i said, “i want to fix one weavon like dat, e no too long, no too short, e get small curls, n dem dey tong am,

“wats the name????,' she asked,

“i cant remember, but if i see am , i go kno am”, i replied

“shey na chinese? noble? amigos? diva? nina or bebe curl??”,

“No” i told her, “inshort make i go bring d mag wey i see am, e dey house”.

“Ehen, dat one go good, i dey wait for u'”, she told me.

My pipo na so i carry my two right leg, run comot for there, (una dey laff, if na una nko?? lol) but i'm not happy o, cos i ended up wit one mgbeke-ish looking style like dat :)

Now, i 'm in a dilemma, i want seyi to continue making my hair, but i dont need to see her 'stunts'(there's no telling wat she ll do next). i'm thinking of going there (maybe next week) to confront her about her 'habits' but wat if she takes offence n sees it as poke-nosing; b4 una begin call me 'aproko', i see her as a younger sister, who just needs guidance, Wat do u think??????