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As I write this down I remember the rhyme "que sera sera". I personally do not agree with this phrase. It sounds like leaving things to fate when we can actually do something about situations.

But this phrase is the perfect description of a cool evening a month ago or two.

I was adjusting my braided wig for several minutes and my very intelligent friend, Agnes interrupted me;

"Reg, you are already beautiful. Leave the wig alone."

"I have to go for an important meeting and I can't allow it to fall off." I continued with the wig adjustment and gave up after a few seconds.

We were hours into the meeting and I was getting worn out. It was a very crucial meeting and I did my best to stay alert.

I decided I needed to stretch my arms and rest my back a little. As I tilted my head slightly, oops the wig fell off.

Well, my oh my, the torrential outburst of laughter that followed kept me alert all through the meeting. I decided then to add a joke to it so that my ego wouldn't be bruised further. With the help of my caring neighbour I set the wig in place and the meeting continued as it should

So my conclusion; there will be a few "que sera sera" in life but your response determines everything.


"Que sera sera" is a phrase probably of Spanish origin which means "whatever will be will be"

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Lagos Island, 1945
On a cool September morning in Idumagbo, a settlement near the wharf, at that time, there was no road linking Lagos Island to Ikorodu and everybody had to travel by water to get to Ikorodu. Ranti, a stout man in his early thirties, with tribal marks on both sides of his face carrying two heavy boxes as he walked side by side with his first wife, an ample looking woman was walking towards a ticket stand to buy tickets for the ferry going to Ebute Wharf, Ikorodu. At the stand, a man putting on a neatly ironed white polo shirt tucked in to a fading pair of black trousers, leaned forward to give what looked like a ticket to a commuter. The ticket seller was slim, six feet tall at least, dark skinned, had the most handsome pair of brown eyes with well-groomed hair and beards. As he got closer to the stand he saw that ticket seller happened to be his very good friend, Ajayi.

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