I have questions. Rather, one question. I come all the way to Mpaka Road, Westlands, to have this question answered. It’s not the proverbial “burning” question. It’s not an awfully important question either, which means it’s not a life question. An important life question is a question like “Whom do I make better today?” Or “Is this the best version of myself I’m leaving with to face the world?” Or, “Is it sacrilegious to leave one chapati uneaten?” The thing with important life questions is that they can get tiring. You can’t be the guy who wakes up everyday and just goes around asking life’s important questions. People will avoid you. You will become stuffy, like those people who are always saying, my folks this… my folks that. So, just to be clear, this isn’t an important life question.
The man who is to answer it is currently working on a willowy young lady lying on her side on the black leather-cushioned foldaway bed. I have to wait. This game involves a lot of waiting. The young lady rests her head on her spindly arms, using them like a pillow of twigs. I’m mesmerised by her arms and how thin they are; her elbow bone juts out like a small smooth pebble off a river. She’s wearing black track pants. Her short natural hair is ochre, an urban warrior’s hair. But her weight and her fragility belies the tale her face tells. She’s streetwise. She looks like the kind of girl you’d see outside a club at 2am sucking on a cigarette in the cold, waiting for an Uber. There is a hardness around her mouth. A fearlessness in her gaze. She’s the type of person who will speak up when someone is cutting the queue they are on. The type who will shout from behind, “Hey, hey, excuse me? Excuse me?! This is a bloody queue, and we are all standing on it!”
Next to her, to offer moral support, is her friend who is even more badass than her. She’s much thinner that her friend, which is something I never thought would be possible to say. She’s seated on a chair next to the bed, one very long and very skinny leg tucked under her. The bones of her knees strain against her light skin. I can see their structure. She has one airpod sticking out of her right ear. [The other is in her friend’s ear]. Maybe they are listening to the same music. Maybe it’s a pop culture thing, I know not. It’s 4pm but she’s wearing a very short black lace romper that leaves her whole back bare. It looks like something you would wear in the house on a Sunday by just how little it covers, but because she’s badass and because she hangs with her friend who wouldn’t let you jump her queue she wears it outside. They look early 20s and they make quite the formidable a pair, the posterchildren of fearlessness and spirit.
She’s on her phone – as most people her age are nowadays – scrolling through something that looks like Instagram, but what do I know, at my age everything that has pictures look like Instagram. It could be Snapchat.
The man I have come for my question is called Barrington Kangwana but government names are not what you use to complain about your water bill, so he goes by @Barrytusker of Barry Arts Tattoo studio. Some names embody art and imagination. Paul isn’t one of them. Barry does body art. He pierces body parts and draws and writes things on the human body. He’s the ink doctor and he’s the big guy wearing the baggy sweatpants and sneakers and a leather apron written “world class” hunched over in his seat, a machine whirring in his gloved hands. He’s got a thick plantation of hair reaching for the ceiling, combed upward like Questlove’s, only his is cut at the edges like Mr Ts. He’s got lazy eyes. He speaks little. His mannerism mild. Kangwana is mungwana.
Nineties throwback hip-hop classics blares from speakers behind him, a collection of West Coast rappers. I can’t remember the last time I heard any song by Cypress Hill. He sits by the large window natural light pouring on the lady lying on her side, propped slightly against a small black cushion with pink cross bones with a skull. Skulls is a recurring theme in the room. There are posters on the wall of skulls; skulls wearing beanies, skulls wearing shades, skulls that look like cyborgs, skulls in pain, smiling skulls, a black silver model of a skull sits in the corner of the room, grinning back at us. I think Barry likes skulls because skulls don’t speak and Barry looks like the kind who thrives in silence, that’s why he plays his hip-hop loudly, to stay in silence.
I wait on the edge of this magic with my question, near a dentist-like reclining chair covered in clear polythene, something you would watch in Dexter.
He’s doing a tattoo of two butterflies on the lady’s torso, just above the left hip. Below the butterflies is a date; 21:05:1977. He doesn’t know what that date means, he never asks his client why they tattoo the things they tattoo on their body because he understands privacy. He himself has lots of tattoos, he calls them sleeve tattoos, I think. They all have significance, they all mean something, but he won’t get into it.
He’s done body art and piercings for 11-years, after quitting a course in architecture in UoN. He figured drawing on bodies is a better deal. Over the 11-years, he’s done tens of thousands of tattoos. He’s done tattoos on the inside of wrists, forearms, on the small of backs, on inner thighs, on the back of necks, on the little bone on the ankle, over navels and on the ass, on foreheads, on the back of legs, on fingers, on breasts, on toes. He’s done “countless” tattoos on vaginas as well. I don’t press further because that’s not the question that brought me here, remember. I’m focused.
People come to him for tattoos for cosmetic reasons; to correct bad tattoos, to hide scars, to mark occasions – a death, a birth, a loss, a chapter – and also for religious reasons. His longest tattoo was of Jesus’s face on someone’s back. Did it from 8am to midnight. It was like a brain surgery. There are rules; if you are under 18-years he won’t ink you. Unless your mom signs a consent form. He is averse to tattooing names of lovers on each other’s bodies. When couples come in – and they walk in often – and they say, “Barry, we want you to write our names here” because love makes you do shit like that, he tells them that it’s probably a bad idea. “Maybe you want to sleep on this for a few months?” He will suggest. This is the only time he gives his opinion on tattoos, the only time he advises a client not to do it. But love is love and nobody in love listens so they insist. They say, “we are sure, yes, we want our names on our backs. This love will last.” Well, until it doesn’t and one of them is back saying, “can you change Mike to Mikey Mouse or something? Or just put a skull over it.”
When he’s done with the lady he wipes her down with cotton wool and some liquid which I suppose is methylated spirit. It looks lovely, those two butterflies. They look real. Like they will fly away if she stands up. She stands and raises her hand up to admire the tattoo from the wall-to-wall mirror. She’s satisfied. Her friend is satisfied. He wraps a clear polythene around the tattoo. Outside, in the waiting room, seated on the tan deep leather chairs are more clients, a young man in a stud who will tattoo the word “Folasade” on the back of his hand and a small arrow on his finger. A quick Google tells me that the word means “honor earns a crown.”
I have two minutes to ask my question as he cleans down the area, stashing away things, stretching his back. I say, “Barry, does Bio-Oil help with tattoos?”
“No. It’s an oil and when the tattoo is fresh you shouldn’t because oil is viscous.” He says. “But what I know that Bio Oil is very good for scars and there are some scars that really you don’t need a tattoo to hide. Bio Oil helps fade it out. Smoothen it out. Ladies who come here with CS scars have told me they use it.”
“OK. Thanks for your time. Bye.”
“Is that it?” he says.
Then I leave.
Links to Buy: https://mydawa.com/Bio-Oil-200ml/product/1724
New post on a thursday!!!Nice surprise!!
Surprise notification like that “babe sijanyesha” one.
Wow..this week we have a bonus!
Okay, you just went to ask about the bio oil, or i presume you were the one being inked on a tattoo?
Bigger question is, what’s the advert, Bio-Oil or Barry’s tattoo parlour?
Was this an ad?
We just sat through a whole bio-oil advert
Am not even sure whether he was advertisisng bio oil or Kangwana the tatoo artist. Am entertained all the same.
Yes. That’s why it’s on the Lights on section
I thought so too
hehe the product placement is very nicely done. He didn’t shove it down our throats like mashakura 🙂
Bingo. You’ve got a sharp eye. So, on top of that, use the code Biko10 on MYDAWA for a 10% discount on Bio Oil. Yes?
There you go confusing my days. Great read as usual
Wow. Just wow! Thursday you mean!
I mean, is this it??
Nearly did one eons ago, glad I didn’t.
A Thursday read. I already had imaginations in my head as you waited for Barry, only to ask about Bio oil !.
I feel it ain’t complete this story.
why do people always assume a story is incomplete? what if its complete and that is it.
incomplete is fun, live it *smiley*
Menstrual cycle distorted.
Is that it? Biko?
Your sense of humour is beyond human understanding…
I am going to get a helix piercing today.
Ah Biko! Nkt
…..so what’s with the bio oil?
Or perhaps it’s your little secret we shouldn’t ask….
Whatever you be doing with it, all the best
Man you’ve got a superb and charming way of advertising products. I will check up that Bio Oil.
Or better yet advertising Barrys work…lol
So, if you get it on MYDAWA, use the code Biko10, you get a 10% discount. It’s a deal.
Barry, my tattoo guy ☺☺
Did I just see a Biko Zulu notification???? Yeaaay
I love this! I saw that tattoo on his page. You described him exactly how he seems…in my head.
It’s good for stretch marks too.
Only you BIKO CAN ADVERTISE IN AN LONG ARTICLE! Hoping that people will read till the end!
But it’s you and I read till the end. Bravo.
Huh? That’s it?
I thought the story just started.
Oh C’mon!! Is that it?!
Oh C’mon!! Is that it?! Really
The description is so perfect! I checked out the instagram page 🙂
I have saved Barry’s number for 3 years with the hope i will get a tatoo of my fiance’s name,which changed to my son’s name on my wrist.
I ought to call him finally.
Bio oil Biko is good for stretchmarks!
Is that it?
Barry the tatoo guy
Really Biko? Bio-oil?……
Best story teller ever!!
Aaaah, seriously. Anyways thanks on a thursday
Aah… Thursday. Lights on!
Whatever Paul ever did to you, get over it already.
Biko, Biko, BIKO!
Biko! Seriously? You went all the way to ask that question? You could have googled it, like you did ‘folasade’.
Thumbs up Biko.
And point is home. Cheers.
Bio Oil was a must have in high school. Once the TP’s beat up your thighs and they get swollen, you use Bio Oil to clear the scar. Ahem!!!
Biko, checked them out. The girls weren’t that thin
Got it!Bary to pierce our leaders’ tongues!
Oh my God Biko! What “a life question?”
Barry did my tattoo too
Contacts for Barry
Just that ? I guess it’s not complete
All time favorite writer I do enjoy reading your pieces I wonder what you would write about me
Ah! Biko, really now?
BIKOOOOO its Thursday for Fuck’s sake
Hahahahah Maybe you should Sleepover it for a Few Months…..Barry is Gentle with the Neddle as Well. I have Ink from him…And was Happy someone from Turkana Comes for his Artistic Hand……
Amazing, I had picked on Barry Arts for my tattoo from his facebook profile. Sent him samples at the beginning of the year and I promised to visit him. Thanks Biko for confirming that Barry is an artist…about timE I got this one tattoo
Some names embody art and imagination. Paul isn’t one of them.
Thanks for the bonus for the week.
is that it bio oil? i guess it helps
Biko, yaani you watched Dexter?? Am impressed. Uko juu.
Biko next time please finish your chapati so that you forget asking some questions.
Great advertising !
Awesome read!….. ati what was the question again?????? Hehehehe
kuachwa hanging nayo.
Really Biko? Bio oil?
I’m still thinking about The Emperor’s Naked…..
Now comes Biko oil… Bio-oil…..
You mean that was it?! I would be surprised too.
i started dating my ex on the phone and before we even met he had my name tatooed on his arm. we dated for 3yrs and thanks to my lioness mom, i would be one of those who have skulls to hide shame.
I would like to prod…. Why that question though?
And now I want a tattoo and Bio oil; get a tattoo and then buy Bio oil to test if it’ll fade out the tattoo.
Like seriously you drove all the way to ask this question?
It isn’t complete without stating the best brand
If I ever start a business, Biko I would like you to advertise it. Barry you chose the right platform, I will never think tatoo without thinking of Barry on Mombasa road in Westlands.
Biko hii ni nini? Pleasant surprise! And a strange story again, I mean, yeah, it’s a nice read, your spasmic twists and esoteric language, but one doesn’t know what else to think. Where is the story going?
Sasa, uliuliza. Ukajibiwa. Na ukatoka.
Galaxy? SAA hii uko wapi? Ama unakunywa hio bio oil?
*** Really is that oil still available? Only thing I seem to recall was their never changing advert/ byline in the 1990’s satmag, it never changed
So much that it’s monotony actually became it’s strong selling point
Biko, post ingine kesho tukuongope!
Is there a ‘shocked’ emoji for this not ‘important life question’?
Barry Tusker is an amazing artist!
Was sitted at the edge of my chair waiting for that “important life question”, bio oil was it.
You. Just. Didn’t
That last chapati is always a dilemma.
Okay. I want to see this bio oil.
Bio Oil, Thursday read….Biko???hahaha
They say, “we are sure, yes, we want our names on our backs. This love will last.” Well, until it doesn’t and one of them is back saying, “can you change Mike to Mikey Mouse or something? Or just put a skull over it.”
And really biko?? just that? but okay….its an extra….on Thursday…the least we could do is be grateful….
DO i say…..oil for the wounds that cant be seen….i hope we will get there someday and oil them away
Hahahahaha Hahahaha!!! This just made my day!
Still waiting to read more
@Biko you have watched that serial killer-Dexter? Serial killers are full of surprises and you always want to know who is going down next. I think men should adapt those trait of pulling out surprises.
What was ze point here? Ama we take our free story and move it along..
“Barry, does Bio-Oil help with tattoos?” How about Chapos? Really Biko?
wow!!!!just like that??? bio oil?smh
Biko that’s very cheeky.
… Barry must still have questions
I sure would like to hear/read how Biko would describe me. I think I’ve met those two girls, with their skinny bones..
Anyway, Bio-Oil? Okay.
The world needs more Barrys.. and, Bio oil going by my baby making stretch marks experience
I have 6 tattoos done by Barry, and they’re awesome. His colored tattoos never fade or lose color, he’s someone I’d recommend. The cream used for care is called Grabacin. But I don’t know how Bio Oil found itself into this story
Wait…..what? Show the rest of it you hoarder!!
The best tattoo guy in town!!This is a reminder that I need to visit him again soon!!!
Bio oil is great. I’ve been using it for my pregnancy acne, The scars are gone.
And that my friend is how to throw in an ad without screaming it’s an ad. Guys don’t use oil on fresh tattoos!
Man..I love this..and I laughed at the question I was waiting for was that random
I need Barrys location pin and contact
I love the stories I find here. So enlightening.
Aki Biko! Why do you play with my emotions! All that read just for bio oil?!? Biko!!!!!
Really Biko! You meet Barry and that’s all you have?
Another meeting that would have been an email
*uck! I am still in disbelief. “Barry, does Bio-oil help with Tatoos”.
Anyone else feeling a little played?
Anyone else feel a little… Played?
you could have just asked google. Folasade.
Well that was brief one. I see what you did there endorsing bio oil