I traipsed after the corolla man deliberately not missing his sight, and when we were finally able to move past the traffic jam, I pursued him up to the rijiyar Lemu lane. My wheels screeched from my intended purpose and when he turned into an inner lane, I waited for him to veer over onto the outer lane and once that happened, I slammed the side of my car into the side of his, just enough to cause damage and no harm. Now that was bad, just look at that wreck on his car. 
It happened so fast, and the driver roared out of the car in fear for his life, confusion, and rage. Did he think that I would stop and wait for him to come at me? I quickly reversed, hit 360, rolled down the window, stretched out my arm, made a fist, and pointed my middle finger in his direction.
I turned deaf ears to his shouting and cursing as I strode away. A satisfied smirk stretched my lips. That should cause him enough for a revenge. I am sure he must be mad wondering why I did what I did. Let him run crazy thinking about it, served him right all the more. Way to go for revenge. You're welcome kiddo.
***
I arrived at Sushi's some minutes later. She lived alone in her modest apartment. 
Sushi, original name, Shamsiya. She considers herself my friend. I don't really, because which kind of a friend is a friend who knows nothing about the friend? I know that she is of Jos origin living on her own in Kano and that's all. Sushi is a girl I met in one of those places where one shouldn't make friends with the people they meet there, or shouldn't even go there at all. but I derive my benefits from her and she derives hers from me. And if that calls for calling each other friends then it's fine. Whatever.
The apartment where Sushi lives is quite the accommodation. A self-contained apartment with ample room around the house, including spacious parking spaces to provide for a comfortable standard of living. I pay her rent, so she can afford it. Just like I said, she has her benefits and I have mine.
There are several cars parked outside and inside the house and now I really begin to wonder what could be up with her. Why so many people?
I trudged to the entrance door and it is open, but for the number of cars outside, it was baffling that it seems to be no sound of a single person inside the house, the lights were off, the curtains were shut and the place looked gloomy. I should probably start getting scared now. But I don't scare easily. I don't even know if I scare at all and I kept dipping into the house, calling,
"Sushi...,"
It happened at the same time. The lights suddenly come and all the voices chorused in jubilation.
"SURPRISE!!!..."
And then the birthday song began
I stay fixed to the spot where I am. Looking at these people Sushi gathered singing as they san the birthday song for me. This is where I laugh or grin or the very least, smile. But I was doing neither of these things. I didn't know what expression I harbored as I stared at the people who I do not know celebrating me. I should act elatedly surprised, but I would not. And if Sushi knew me as a friend should know a friend, then she would have known that I didn't like surprises.
She approached to hug me and I reflexively back away. She stood bigger than I am, and the sleeveless top she was wearing highlighted all the thick parts of her body, emphasizing how large she is. She groaned.