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Injustice! I hate injustice with every inch of my hair! I will never understand why people choose to cut corners and cheat their fellow humans. Dear readers, I want to take you along this walk today. We are going to fight against corruption! We are going to report injustice! We are going to the station!
I recently did business with someone, Mr Xyz and he thought he could play smart and outsmart me. Imagine, outsmart me with this my 'Energy Saver' brain. After purchasing and paying for a product, I got home to realize that I was not given correct change. I put on my shoe and headed for the station.
Yes, one person must vomit my money. Hard earned cash. As soon as I got to the station, I presented my case to the fuel attendant. Yes, fuel station oh, not Police station. Who get power for Police?
I went to the fuel attendant and protested. I told him corruption was a very bad thing to do and he looked at me in a puzzled way. I had to explain to him that he had given me change short of #10 and this was not the first time. It was the seventh time he was doing this, saying that he didn't have change and he would give me later. This was extremely painful because yesterday when I wanted to board a bus from Agbara to Under Bridge I had only #40 on me and the conductor had insisted that it was #50. If only he had been paying me my previous ten nairas then maybe I would not have gone through what I did yesterday. I had to trek halfway to my destination and pay #30 after which I used the #10 to refill my dehydrated tank.
If nobody speaks out against fuel attendant embezzlement, Nigerian will not get better!

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    1. Grace, thanks for reading and taking time to comment.

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  2. Oh my Jesus! Love the twist. I thought you were going to a police station.

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    1. Police whaaat? I know I'm a troublesome person but I respect our Policemen too 'much' to disturb their peace. Lol

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    2. So did you get your change?

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