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In my innocence, I used to think grey hair and baldness went with riches and wisdom. Not until I started having both did I realise my belief was nothing but a ruse.
The grey hair started with an obscure strand. But it is all over me now, even in the unlikeliest of places. What’s more, it does not respect my right to privacy.
To add insult to injury, I am now going bald. Thinking of the sunny days is making me tremble.
I can not help remembering those bald heads we used to make jest of as youngsters.
However, I’m consoled by the fact that there are fringe benefits attached to being bald and grey-haired. In the first instance, I now have many children. Abi, when people call you ‘daddy’, what are they to you?
Second, people defer to me because they believe I will make some sense. I am now a ‘peace maker’.
In turn, I have come to realise that some responsibilities are attached to the new status. One must carry himself with dignity being the first.
Above all, one should continue to make peace with Baba God. This concerns me most especially because I realise I have been such a naughty son to Him!
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