In the heart of my city Asaba Delta town nestled between vibrant plazers and quiet streets, stood our small hair salon owned by me and my Sisters . It was a place where our dreams were styled into reality, and yesterday been the first day of the warm July our , salon buzzed with the hum of clippers, weaving and the chatter of clients. I dressed in my favorite red and black patterned dress, stood proudly in the center of the room, the intricate diamond design of my outfit mirrored the care i put into every hairstyle I was crafting.
Last night was special as we had just finished training a new apprentice Sonia , who had diligently working on a mannequin head in the corner and now graduated to fixing childrens hair as the room was lighted up and, the mirrors reflected our hard work, with the overhead lights cast a warm glow, highlighting the transformation happening within the salon's walls. As the clock struck 01:04 AM WAT on July 2, , i took a moment to admire our space as the ceiling fan whirred softly, circulating the late-night air, while the faint sound of a Music box player was jamming a familiar tune.
Our journey hadn’t been easy, as we had started with nothing but a pair of scissors and a dream working under some before we became free and now, we are turning our passion into a thriving business. As I stood there, i felt a surge of pride as the salon wasn’t just a workplace it was our sanctuary, a testament to our resilience. With a smile, I turned to Sonia, ready to guild her through the next style , knowing that together, we would continue to weave, as the stories of beauty and strength, one hairstyle at a time till if fades and all our customers where satisfied and gone.
