INTRODUCTION

| ---| Thanks at @sur-riti for organizing [this contest](https://steemit.com/hive-109934/@sur-riti/contest-01-anger),i believe we will learn alot from it,as i have . As a matter of fact, my story is from a true life event. ![woman-6140061_1280.jpg](https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmU9tBTw8tqs7YxF5ZhJztNfAfX3nRWs8opzYKFfqb4heG/woman-6140061_1280.jpg)| ---| [Source](https://pixabay.com/photos/woman-scream-monochrome-shout-mad-6140061/) In the city of Lagos, where life pulsed with energy and tempers often flared as brightly as the scorching sun, lived two neighbors in a tightly packed tenement block in Ikeja. Among them were Mama Ibeji and her neighbor, Ngozi. They had lived opposite for years, but beneath the forced smiles and greetings, there was tension. It simmered quietly, waiting for the perfect moment to erupt. Ngozi was known around the neighborhood for her bluntness. She had a way of speaking that often rubbed people the wrong way. Mama Ibeji, on the other hand, was quiet and private, with twin boys who were her world. She kept to herself and was mostly at peace. That is, until one fateful afternoon. It all started over a seemingly small issue. Ngozi’s children had been playing rough in the narrow corridor of the house, as they played, they knocked over a bucket of Mama Ibeji's washed clothes, splashing muddy water on them. Mama Ibeji had been sitting at a corner, peeling beans for dinner, when she noticed. She swallowed her anger and quietly rewashed her clothes, but when it happened again the next day, she couldn't hold her frustration in any longer,so she went to Ngozi. "Ngozi, please control your children!" she called out. Ngozi, who was in the middle of a heated phone conversation, shot back, “Is it my fault your clothes were there? Why don’t you teach your twins some manners instead of blaming my children!” The words pierced through Mama Ibeji like a sharp needle. She bit her lip and went back inside, trying to let the matter go. But Ngozi continued raining insults, her voice became louder and harsher by the minute. The neighbors gathered in the compound, whispering and waiting to see how the situation would turnout, especially for more gossip. ![anger-18658_1280.jpg](https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmYWnS5wwxWFG2tMzYP3mq6aW4oW5EwGmfsfdkkqVHkTtv/anger-18658_1280.jpg)| ---| [Source](https://pixabay.com/photos/anger-angry-bad-burn-dangerous-18658/) Mama Ibeji's temper, carefully buried ,finally snapped. That evening, she had a pot of beans boiling on the stove. As Ngozi's voice continued to echo through the walls, criticizing her motherhood and calling her names, she stormed out of her kitchen, carrying the pot of steaming beans. The neighborhood went silent as Mama Ibeji marched toward Ngozi’s door, her face contorted in a mixture of rage and hurt. Without a word, she lifted the pot and poured its contents all over Ngozi, who had been standing by the doorway, unaware of what was coming. Screams filled the air as Ngozi fell ,holding her chest in shock and pain. The scalding beans clung to her skin, and the neighbors rushed forward, some to tend to Ngozi, others to pull Mama Ibeji away, their expressions a mix of horror and disbelief. No one had ever imagined that quiet, mild-mannered Mama Ibeji could act out in such a violent way. As the crowd gathered, someone called for an ambulance, while another alerted the police. Mama Ibeji stood frozen, the empty pot still in her hand, her fury drained as quickly as it had risen. She stared at Ngozi, who was writhing on the ground, her anger replaced with regret. The weight of her actions hit her like a brick wall. Within minutes, the police arrived, and Mama Ibeji was taken away, still in shock over what she had done. As the sirens faded, the neighborhood returned to its usual buzz, though the incident still remained the talk of the town for weeks. # Conclusion: By resolving our anger very quickly, we prevent it from having control over us or allowing negative consequences to turn out. > > > I want to invite my friends; @ngozi996 and @jovita30 @precious9 to participate

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