In Life Things Fall Apart
My name is salman kirimi vidali
I was very young when I learnt that sad fact about life, but as I grew older I also learnt that there are people around us who act like glue they go out of their way to stick things back, or at least they try.
I was only 11 years old when my mom died it was catastrophic, it seemed like my life was over but my grandmother took me in and helped me see the reason to live another day she was and still is, the glue that helped mend things back together.
Though I was very young, I still have some fond memories of my mother. I remember my mother had a salon from a young age she taught me how to plait and transfered her passion for human hair to me, today that is what wakes me up in the morning in anticipation of an exciting day.
Most people think of me as a barber but for me I think of myself as an artist who designs, cuts and shapes the human hair to be proportionate and a pleasant sight.
I take one day off my busy week to spend with and serve boys in the slums of Kibra these are young people who live a life I have lived things have fallen apart for them some of them their parents left them very young some of them their parents have lost their jobs some of them are manual laborers who earn enough for hand to mouth.
It gives me great joy to cut their hair, as I make a silent prayer with every falling hair, may this hair fall with their troubles may this one fall with their poverty and as they rise to leave I hope they rise with hope with courage and the knowledge that they are not limited by the place of their birth, not by color of their skin, but by the size of their hope.
I see greatness in them as I play my small role of sticking their hope together for I know ” you give only a little when you give money, is when you give of yourself that you truly give”
Narrated by Hamza Hassan
Photographer : Lumalaofficial