The Hairdresser of Harare by Tendai Huchu

Author:Tendai Huchu
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Freight Books

Michelle and I hit it off at once. She was nineteen and had very white teeth, which dazzled you when she smiled. For a skinny girl she had bumps in all the right places. She whisked me off to her bedroom, which was twice as large as my living room. Whilst there she interrogated me about how I’d met her brother, how we got on and the like. I answered the questions truthfully, we had met at the hair salon where we both worked, we got on well, etc. She didn’t delve any deeper into the relationship and so I was grateful that I didn’t have to answer any more personal questions until I had figured out just where Dumi and I were going with this.

‘Let’s go down. We have to meet and greet otherwise people will say we’re arrogant twats.’ Michelle had a southern twang that was the result of having done her schooling in the USA.

There were even more people down at the party, a mixture of blacks and whites, and I heard a number of foreign accents. I got to rub shoulders with men like Nigel Chanakira, Mutumwa Mawere, Jonathan Moyo, Nicholas van Hoogstraten and a host of others from the business and the political world. Now I understood why the security was so tight.

‘Auntie Grace!’ squealed Michelle, running over to hug a familiar looking lady wearing a large veiled hat that looked like she was going to the races at Ascot. I racked my brain trying to remember just where I had met her before. ‘Auntie Grace, I want you to meet my muroora, Vimbai.’

The lady shook my hand and kissed my cheeks. As she did so I gave an involuntary whimper, realising I was being kissed by the president’s wife.

‘How do you do my child?’

I stammered, unable to speak.

‘Vimbai is the best hairdresser in the country. You should let her do your hair and maybe you’ll stop hiding it beneath those hats of yours,’ Michelle joked. I didn’t know whether to laugh and only did so when the first lady laughed.

‘If she is as good as you say then I would love that. Ring my office and we can arrange an appointment.’

Michelle led me away without my having said a single word. ‘The first lady wants me to do her hair’ spun in my head. I was in seventh heaven, when a familiar face came up to me.

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