Often times, I hear people passively ask ”what is life?”. Like my Nigerian Hausa-speaking brethren would jokingly say, ” haba dan uwa, mei duniya?” (“come on brother, what is life”). Many people have their different explanations and definitions but personally, I feel life is just a collection of happenings, some within our control, and others a function of fate and higher powers. We do not get to dictate what tunes we dance to. Instead, we are made to dance to whatever tune the flutist doles out. Some tunes so sonorous and melodious, others, uncomfortable and unpleasing to both the mind and body, still we dance. Some of us have it so good that they are barely made to dance to uncomfortable music (only a multiple succession of pleasing and healthy music), while some of us are so unfortunate; its one sad and uncomfortable music after the other… yet life is life. Who can we blame? Your guess is as good as mine, nobody! At this point, I do not think there’s a particular definition for LIFE as our definitions are all relative and a function of our disposition. Makes me ask, is life really fair? What did some people do to deserve the misfortunes that constantly befall them, when in some cases, the ones that have found favour with LIFE are just as callous and dirty-charactered, that is if we are using character and morality as our yard stick. Does that mean morality and godliness have little or nothing to do with the cards life deals us? I mean, being religious doesn’t even guarantee a life devoid of wahala. Perhaps our fates have been predestined. Everything that happens to us has been written to happen, and we are just put on earth to live our time out – our predestined time, where everything extra is a bonus. But why would the ‘supreme being’ set some people aside for suffering and tears, setting others apart for easy-living, laughter and joy? why? Perhaps I am just as ignorant as my piece.