Against all odds ( American Nigerian based love story)

ed her excitement and wished me the best of luck. She was very excited and happy. She offered

friend Amy to the market. As we strolled through the bustling aisles, I discus

nexpected splash of muddy water drenched me from head to toe. Startled, I froze for a

from the shock, I looked towards the car, hoping for an apology from the driver. However, my hopes were qui

s. Not only did they not apologize, but they also refused to acknowledge their mistake. Their lack of remorse i

frustration and assertiveness. "Excuse me, but I'm afraid I cannot simply let this go. It's clear tha

smile playing on his lips. "Look, it was ju

o be belittled. "No, it's not just a little mud. It's about basic decency and respe

dripping with arrogance. "What are you going to do abou

y hands all over their expensive clothes, an uncomfortable tension filled the air. Their

that had consumed me clouded my judgment, and I dismissed their concerns callously. Crossing my arms

you know who you a

my friend told me, but I didn't care about who the hell he was all I wanted was for him

er behaviour. My friend apologized to him instead,. which made me more angr

onate voice, she apologized to them on my beha

y apology wasn't genuine. But I didn't want to escalate the tensio

orced myself to speak the words they wanted to hear. "I a

ter after ge

d with thoughts of how my careless behavior might have affected my chances of maintaining a stable job and s

number. She answered after a few rings, her voice filled with curiosit

lk to you about those guys we met at the market. Do you remember

e other end of the line, foll