Never Again Poem by Haruna Garba

Each native barber carries a bag
A bag full of blood tools:
cupping tools, slitting tools
and a couple of cutting tools

So it happened to be
this news thing that flies
flew in to the barber's ears
about a client chasing the wife

Now with the client before him
and the shaving almost done
but the nose-shaving part,
the valet slotted his razor tool
such that when it had found a grip
he tipped it a little up and said
be it known that I know.

Be it known…………
and the client adjusting his pulsating fanny,
heaved a sigh and also said:
be it known, that Ne……Ver again!
Those were his skin saving words