Kwara might be a rural state to many people, but that's not the case if you have ever been there, especially in Ilorin. Those who have had the experience wouldn't say otherwise. It wasn't hard for Akanni to navigate his way through the roads and streets, given the fact that he was born there. Jumping from one cab to another, the only difficulty he had was getting a cab from Gaa-akanbi roundabout to Sawmill garage. It can be quite difficult even as early as possible. Akanni kept on praying and wishing that the letter would be recovered.

Meanwhile, Athira had woken up to one of the best surprises she always gets whenever her father is around; Mr. Duke had made her breakfast. All she could do was blush on her well-laid mattress in her Cinderella-arranged Bedroom.

Athira: Good morning, Dad.

Mr. Duke: Good morning, Baby.

Athira: *Smiles* Dad, you know I am not a baby anymore, and you don't have to do this every time.

Mr. Duke: *laughs* You will always be my baby, and you can't break a father and daughter tradition. You and I know that I can't stop this. It makes me happy.

Athira: *she hugged her dad* I love you, Dad.

Mr. Duke: I love you more.

Immediately her father left, all she could think of was the letter. She rushed down to the bathroom and cleaned herself up. Within 30 minutes, she was done, and she grabbed her car keys and drove out. Staying close to the Government house might be quite far, but she knew the roads too well, overtaking and speeding through the traffic, she made her way to the garage.

Lots of chattering and car horn sounds filled the air. Akanni couldn't recover anything from the drivers. Most of them were not accommodating nor friendly enough to exercise patience and listen to his plea. Hours passed, Akanni was already stressed out, and hunger had turned on his anger. Just before he could slip himself through a moving crowd, Athira's car pulled over and soaked him with water from a small drainage by the roadside. He couldn't hold his anger as he began to torment Athira with words. Athira pleaded, but he wouldn't listen. He was completely pissed. Athira couldn't hold the embarrassment as she cried back into her car. And she drove off. But before she moved, Akanni noticed his letter on the right front seat, he called out to her, but she was already driving out of sight. He called up a bike man and chased after her, he kept calling, but to no avail.

Athira kept on driving, and she never looked back till she got home. She couldn't bear what just happened to her. She cried and cried till she slept off. Akanni lost sight of her; he was pissed at himself for losing control of his temper out in the open. He boarded a taxi. Fortunately, he was about to close the door when someone stopped him and gave him a business card that was mistakenly dropped by Athira.

Stranger: I have noticed you since you got here, I believe you are a good man. So find her and apologize, she deserved that much.

Akanni: Thank you so much, Sir.

Taxi driver cuts in.

Taxi driver: Sé énlò, àbì kìlõdé (Are you going or what)?

Akanni: Émàbìnù (I'm sorry), let's go.

*ilorin cab guys ehn*

*They are warriors*

*Will Athira Yield to Akanni's plea?*

*To be continued...*

Whatever situation you find yourself, anger isn't the solution. It doesn't reduce anything but escalate it - Omotayo Victor

If you are patient in one moment of anger, you will escape a hundred days of sorrow - Chinese Proverb

It is wise to direct your anger towards problems -- not people; to focus your energies on answers -- not excuses. - William Arthur Ward

Speak when you are angry, and you will make the best speech you will ever regret - Ambrose Bierce