To the woman who crashed into my car with the force of a wrecking ball a week ago,
My car was stationary as it was impossible to inch forward. We were both stuck in unyielding peak hour traffic, yet your excuse was that you thought I was moving. In plain speak, you took your eyes off the immobile car in front of you and accelerated as if you were cruising along the highway on a Sunday.
My smouldering anger at you was valid, not because of what it would cost me at the auto body shop but because what you did was entirely avoidable. Mindlessly, you told me “This is Nigeria” when I crossly advised you to be more careful in the future. I hope you find yourself in many Nigerias and as you drive daily, may your path be richly coloured with the green-white-greens.