The Day I Was Ready to Get Beaten

I like to think I’m a chill person. In fact, I can count the number of times I have erupted in anger on the fingers of one hand (I think). So when in the unforgiving heat, dust and stress of the Abuja NYSC camp, 3 bullies tried to cut the line when it was my turn, I couldn’t help but spit lava. Instead of 3 little piggies against one big bad wolf, this was one little Korede against 3 big bad…