That means it was his business, a small barbershop for men.He’d been working like a hairdresser before and liked to pick that up again.In that period he spent more time at home, than at work.
If I was already in bed, then he waked me up and cursed at me. I was not a welcome guest in his barbershop, he felt as if I was checking on him.As we were married, I had to sign together with him on all the paperwork; rent of the building, loans, etc.If things would go wrong I would bear the burden, but I trusted and supported him. Late in the night he came home, then I was the one that had to fax the orders to the suppliers.So, give him lots of love and affection, and loving attention. One or two bad experiences and we women feel all the men are like that.If you have a true Jamaican rasta man in your life ladies…believe me you don’t even need a television set, if you catch my drift. Bob Marley had many lovers and as a result had many children. But truly a Rasta man – a “true” Rasta man is not like that, I know that from my heart. He is in Jamaica right now and will return, in April of this year.