It was a Monday morning, the kind of morning that reminds you why Lagos traffic is one of the wonders of the world. Horns blared from every direction, hawkers weaved between cars selling everything from gala to phone chargers, and my AC was doing a subpar job keeping me cool. I was already running late for my 9 AM meeting, and the to-do list in my head was screaming louder than the Danfo conductor nearby.
Just as I was about to lose my sanity, there was a knock on my window. Startled, I turned to see a guy in the car beside mine. His car was old but clean, and his easy smile made you want to trust him. I rolled down my window cautiously.
“Madam, your coffee mug is on your roof. You’re about to lose it,” he said with a chuckle.
I looked up, horrified. There it was—my favorite travel mug sitting precariously on the roof of my car. The same mug I’d filled with coffee that morning to combat my sleep deprivation. How did I even forget it there? I muttered a quick “Thank you” and grabbed the mug before it could roll off and shatter my already fragile Monday.
“You just saved my morning,” I said, trying to laugh off my embarrassment.
“Well, I hope the coffee’s worth it,” he replied, his smile widening.
At the next red light, he waved and said, “By the way, I’m Tolu. Maybe we’ll meet again?” Before I could respond, he handed me a business card. I took it, still processing how a traffic jam had just turned into the highlight of my day.
Fast forward a year later, and Tolu still loves to remind me that my caffeine addiction brought us together. Turns out he wasn’t just
charming; he’s also thoughtful, kind, and has a knack for making me laugh even on the toughest days. Love doesn’t always come through grand gestures or fairy-tale moments. Sometimes, it’s in the little things—like saving someone’s Monday in a traffic jam.