07/08/2025
From our inbox Morning wahala started before getting to the office.
It was a rainy morning, and I was rushing to work, standing by the roadside waiting for the bus. My white and black dress felt crisp and neat until a black sedan sped by, splashing muddy water all over me. I shouted in frustration, hoping the driver would stop, but the car just kept going. Anger boiled up inside me, and in a fit of rage, I grabbed a stone and hurled it. The satisfying crash of the back windscreen shattering followed. The car screeched to a halt, and out stepped a tall gentleman, his face red with fury. He demanded I pay for the broken glass. "I won’t!" I snapped back, and that’s when the heated argument began, both of us yelling in the pouring rain.
Who is right?
who is wrong?
Nana Ama
It was a rainy morning, and I was rushing to work, standing by the roadside waiting for the bus. My white and black dress felt crisp and neat until a black sedan sped by, splashing muddy water all over me. I shouted in frustration, hoping the driver would stop, but the car just kept going. Anger boiled up inside me, and in a fit of rage, I grabbed a stone and hurled it. The satisfying crash of the back windscreen shattering followed. The car screeched to a halt, and out stepped a tall gentleman, his face red with fury. He demanded I pay for the broken glass. "I won’t!" I snapped back, and that’s when the heated argument began, both of us yelling in the pouring rain.
- Nana Ama
