"My brother, please listen to me. I am cannot lie to you. I slept off. It has never happened to me before.

"I woke up at 4am to get to the US Embassy today. They even turned me down. After all the wahala now see what I have done".

Wale looked dejected and sincerely sorry for what had happened along the Third Mainland Bridge heading from Ebute Meta to Oworonsoki.

He was going home to sleep and ruminate over his loss when he hit more tragedy on his way back from Walter Carrington Crescent.

Wale woke up at 4am and had his bath, dressed up looking sharp to keep a date with officials of the US Embassy in Lagos.

It was now or never. This was the opportunity he had been waiting for to head across the Atlantic to God's Own Country.

The plan was simple - get the visa, sell the car and anything else of value and never look back.

But he was turned back after the 20 minutes session - the visa was denied because he could not show satisfactory reasons why he would not return home to Nigeria.

Basically, the official couldn't trust him after their conversation and maybe his papers were also incomplete - we would never know abi

Double Wahala

On his return journey home, he drifted away. Slept off in his frustration and pain and was woken up after he hit another vehicle from behind.

Fortunately, his car spun but did not hit the curb or plunge into the Lagos Lagoon.

"See me. I have nothing to hide. I slept off for one second and I hit this man from behind.

"Where would I start from to solve this matter now? My brother what can you do for me?"

The reply fell on his ears like the same words he was told by the lady at the embassy - "There is nothing I can do for you.

"You hit my car and you will fix it. I don't even have the money to fix anything or pay for anything right now".

Slowly, he got into his vehicle and drove behind the vehicle he hit as they searched for a panel beater.

Wale looked at himself after he was given the bill of the total damage he had caused. Deep down he said to himself "God why always me"?