Musings of an average girl

Fate and destiny It’s always been said that fate is a fickle mistress, as it changes sides all the time. It makes you question whether or not ‘fate’ even exists.  Destiny on the other hand is said to never change, and that its only delayed. In that sense is it a man’s fate to have his destiny delayed? Or he just did not work hard enough? As Africans we are always blaming fate, destiny, witches, wizards or a supernatural being for our woes or gains. If things go well, its our destiny, God has done us well, God has blessed the works of our hands. But in the event of things not working out, it is surely the hand work of witches, wizards, or bad fate. We never imagine that maybe, there were no works of hands for God to bless, or that our attitude might be a contributor to the damnable fate. This isn’t a story, it’s just me musing. I’m wondering to what extent the fates affect our lives. How strong is destiny in the face of laziness and refusal to push forward?   How po...

It was an unlikely encounter, really.      Stella was a bubbly girl. She was one of those who entered a room with their mouths first. She was short at 5"3 in that skin tone group of neither dark nor fair. She had a pleasant face that never really crossed to being pretty, but was saved by having a smile that transformed her face from pleasant to gorgeous, enough curves to show she was female but not enough to make anyone stare. The truest compliments paid her were, "you are such a pleasant girl", "you such a friendly person" and "there is never a dull moment with you".     After running her mouth, she just manages to make off in one piece as she never quite provokes you to anger with her jests. She was one of the "ple ntious " masses who get affected by the slightest increase in the price of fuel and garri. She was on her way from buying said garri, standing by the road side waiting to get a bike when Pascal's car splashed mud all ove...