In Nigeria, The Fear Of “Making It” Is Real

 

“Sorry ma,” He said as I alighted from my car while trying to imagine the extent of damage¬†that had just been done to the passenger side of my rear panel. I had been driving towards a T junction and applied my brakes in a bid slow down to assess the traffic situation of the adjoining road before making a turn. As it’s characteristic of them, an impatient tricyclist intended to speed past me and in the process, came a little too¬†close and inevitably collided with me.