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Can all the men in the house listen up please? Okay...it's a new year and I believe it should be a new you(in every way obviously). Looking good is not an overnight drama(yeah!)
And don't hide under religion, cleanliness is next to Godliness abeg!

Okay so here are a few tips at keeping your beards....(thank me later *wink)


  1. The first thing you should know is your beard is also known as facial hair (if that is necessary anyways). But yeah....facial hair....so you do not keep or groom it like the hair on your head. 
  2. Let it grow! Don't be discouraged by the itching and irritation...it'll ease off after sometime. Wait a few months before trimming or even shaping it. The mistake most guys make is trimming their facial hair like a week after it starts growing. I know...I get that feeling 'I'm finally a man!' Yeah! We know. Keep it in. That mistake can take weeks or even months to correct so be careful.

  3. If it's not growing, just shave it off. It's hard, I know but scrape that thing off. But if you're patient enough, more strength to your muscles. If patience is a virtue you lack (or thereabouts) just shave it off. It'll grow in it's time. 
  4. Shampoo your beards. That sound weird...yeah, but it's true. Don't use bar soaps on your beards or even detergents...yeah, some guys do that. Use shampoo and make sure to wash it very well. I mean very well. 
  5. Trim it often and ensure you use the right tools to do this. 
Eat a healthy diet and get enough sleep (yeah, it's all part of staying put)



And your beards will turn out wonderful...wonderfully well sef. I really hope this was helpful...to the men. It's a new year. Happy Sunday and Have a lovely week.

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  1. Anonymous11 January 2015 at 15:44

    Wow! More than helpful. Thanks for this!

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