I did not talk to my Grandpa much because he did not talk much. You know, the usual greetings and respectful pleasantries and not much more. When my folks informed me that Grandpa was going to live with us, I sort of freaked out in my mind! Since I really did not have much rapport with the Old Champion, I decided to prepare myself by making a list of possible topics of discussion. My parents said I was taking it too seriously. I thought that being prepared was a smarter strategy.
Grandpa came and it was awkward. Anytime I talked to him, he looked at me intently and nodded. He nodded at everyone. I was convinced that he was deaf.
"Oh Grandpa! That is the style. It is a twist-out. Shebi you people carried your hair like that in those days?" I responded to him.
Grandpa told me that they wore "combed" afros in his time and not this scattered hair that I was carrying all over the place. I was amused. "Okay sir, I will adjust" I promised him and I did adjust. I knew that I was not going to win this one so I went out and bought myself a few combs. What's a Grand-daughter to do? Whenever I carried an afro, I made sure it was combed for the Old Champion and things went right back to normal. I talked to him, he looked at me intently and nodded. Although I think he now nodded with a small smile in his eyes.
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