"STREET WAHALA"

WHAT HAPPENED ON MY STREET TODAY… So, there’s this lady on my street— Vivian. She’s beautiful, quiet, always minds her business. But people hardly see past the scar on her leg. You know how neighbors are—whispers, side eyes, gossip flying like mosquito. Some say it’s from a car accident, others say heartbreak turned physical. Nobody really knows, and she never talks about it.But today… ah, today was different.As usual, she was walking down the street with her earphones in, dressed simple but fine. Her scar showed, as always. Then out of nowhere, this guy shows up—clean, fresh, and smelling like future husband material. He didn’t just look at her and look away like others. No. My guy walked straight up to her, smiled, and said something none of us expected:“I don’t know what gave you that scar, but it’s part of what makes you unforgettable.”Omo, the street went silent. Even Mama Chinedu forgot she was frying akara.And Vivian? For the first time ever, she smiled with her whole face—like someone who just realized she was more than what people saw. They talked for a while. No drama, no forming. Just two people connecting like they’ve known each other before this life.As I’m typing this, they’re still walking down the street together, laughing gently. And me? I’m here watching from my balcony, lowkey jealous but also happy. Because sometimes love doesn’t show up in grand places. Sometimes it walks quietly down your street and sees beauty in what the world calls broken.