Coffee With Salt And Pepper
If you were having coffee with me I would hope you dont think there is actual salt and pepper in my coffee but I would tell you that I suspect someone here is an owl
“Who?” you would ask.
And I would ask you to say WHO again as I stared suspiciously at you to see if you did not have round beady eyes, ears that kinda look like horns and a neck that can rotate a whole lot. Well you don’t seem much like an owl, maybe its me that’s turning into an owl.
See I am awake at night cause that’s when there’s electricity between the hours of 10pm and 5am everyday otherwise darkness, sometimes the early bird is a night owl. You know what they say about owls, they are wise, and you know they say about wisdom it comes with age and you know what else comes with age, white hairs, silver threads, are you keeping up?
If I had known what I know now, I would have made peace with my fifty strands of grey a long time ago, in case you never realized or been far too polite to ask, yes I am in the winter season of my beard as the salt overwhelms the pepper.
I rock my trademark salt and pepper look like it’s a statement but don’t be fooled by the veneer of confidence I have looked in the mirror countless saying to myself I am far too young to look this wise, but hey I have wisdom beyond my years, its not my fault I am hotter than pepper.
If you were having coffee with me, I would tell you that I used to be very self-conscious of the stares I would get and of course the inevitable questions like “hey do you know your beard is white” and I would refrain from rolling my eyes and saying “Oh really I hadn’t noticed you are so observant.”How about those who asked me Why my beard is White? … Well I am not God nor am I geneticist its just the way I am.
However the questions which were really unanticipated for me where the many variations of people asking me if I intentionally dyed my beard so I could, look; older, more mature, sophisticated, hotter, steal all the ladies.
Well apparently it’s a thing some ladies dig that salt and pepper look a whole lot, and yep I have caught some interesting stares, someone’s daughter referred to me as Daddy White Beard
… and the weirdest encounter of all was when someone told me how my beard reminded her of her late husband. Looks like some people have a type…
If you were having coffee with me, I would tell you that now that I embrace the way I am, I like walking around with an air of mystery, vaguely answering questions about my age and whether I dye my beard or not.
If you were having coffee with me I would tell you that am fairly sure the early onset greying is genetic, from both sides of my family. I have an uncle who used to joke and say I made him feel like such an imposter because he would religiously dye his hair and beard and eyebrows everyday to keep away the white roots, as he was trying to defy mother nature and I less than half his age humbling him with my existence.
I also suspect living in this teapot-shaped country may have also accelerated the greying process, a country where one eventually joins the at least brigade. You know when you are thankful of the barest of minimum at least I am still breathing, at least I ate something, at least the electricity eventually comes back, at least I can still manage to update this blog…
Fuel has gone up again today, and its still unavailable, electricity tariffs will probably go up soon (not sure if that will improve electricity availability) and so will everything else, would you believe the grain millers board issued a directive to bakers to stop making biscuits so there more flour for bread (there’s a shortage)
If you were following the Netball World Cup the Zim Gems (that’s the Zim National team) finished of at a respectable 8th position
Meanwhile in other happenings the ICC has banned Zim Cricket from participation in international cricket events citing government interference in the sport as a reason. Politics eventually finds its way into everything its not a surprise I am grey before my time…
I might pretend to be ok but deep down I really want someone to hug me and tell me that everything will be OK and give me a bag of money for plane tickets to anywhere around the world *sigh*
Whats going on in your world I would love to know
~B
PS Did you ever use that Face App to see how you would look older, I never did.
all I have to do is look in the mirror when I haven’t shaved and I am naturally gifted a vision of what I look like older. Ha!
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