"Nonsense!", barked Baba Ibeji as he angrily slammed the door to his face-me-i-face-you room. He ignited the engine of his Nissan Sunny taxi and drove off.

Earlier, he had had a quarel with Iya Ibeji over the money for dinner. Iya Ibeji had insisted that One thousand naira would not be enough and asked for an additional five hundred naira. "What! One thousand five hundred naira just to prepare dinner? Is it the last supper that you want to prepare?", Baba Ibeji asked jokingly. But before he could understand that it was not a joke, Iya Ibeji had tied her scarf on her waist and held him by his cloth. He delivered a resounding slap on her right cheek. In just a matter of seconds, his ankara 'agbada' was shredded into pieces. He responded with a series of kicks and punches on his wife. "Yeee! He has killed me o!", Iya Ibeji shouted. In no time the neighbours had filled the room to the brim. While neighbours were comforting the wailing Iya Ibeji, he changed his cloth and barged out of the room.

He was fuming as he drove to the car park to start the day's work. He hurled curses and insults at other motorists that got in his way. On almost getting to the car park, he got stucked in a traffic jam. After the vehicles in front of him had passed, he was still rooted at a spot. Then a man from the car at his rear shouted, "Hey, move that worthless piece of tin, bloody idiat!". With his temper still boiling, he got down, walked towards the man and slapped him. After slapping the man, his eyes caught on something. He rubbed his eyes repeatedly to be sure that it was not hallucination. It can't be hallucination, at least he was yet to take his daily shots of 'paraga' at Iya Tawa's kiosk. What did he see? It was a military camouflage uniform that was neatly hung at the back of the man's car! That was all he could remember... He was told the rest of the story, after he had woken from a three-week unconciousness.

nice write up.
if you don't laugh then your problem is longer than the post