It was a typical day at work, and as I sat scrolling through my phone, a middle-aged man walked in, clutching a brown envelope.
The stories that these men tell when they are all alone can make you frequent the barbershop even if you have no hair to shave off.
I interact with many of them, and I can say they don’t suffer from self-esteem issues.
With just a greeting, a topic of discussion, a talkative barber who mostly doubles up as a moderator, and the kinyozi is automatically turned into a vent zone.