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When "I'm Sorry" Doesn't Work, What's Next?
<p>On a particular Saturday that <em style="background-color: transparent;">smelled like wahala</em>, Mr Tavi and his wife, Mrs Lase, decided to go shopping at <strong style="background-color: transparent;">TwoCents Mall</strong>.</p><p>Just innocent shopping.</p><p>What could possibly go wrong? </p><p><br/></p><p>At the mall entrance, <strong>Oga John</strong> the doorman was doing his job with the calm of a monk on sabbatical.</p><p>Mrs Lase clocked that calm and already stored it for later use.</p><p><br/></p><p>Inside the mall, items entered trolley.</p><p>Calculator entered Mrs Lase’s head.</p><p>Confidence entered her spirit.</p><p><br/></p><p>At the counter, <strong>Nimmat</strong>, the lady attending to them, announced the bill.</p><p><br/></p><p>Mrs Lase froze.</p><p>Recalculated.</p><p>Re-recalculated.</p><p>Then chose violence.</p><p><br/></p><p>“THIS IS WRONG!”</p><p>“You people like cheating customers!”</p><p>“IS THIS HOW YOU PEOPLE DO HERE?!”</p><p><br/></p><p>Nimmat blinked twice.</p><p>Other shoppers gathered: <strong>Faye</strong>, <strong>Esther</strong>, and <strong>Kelvin</strong>—the unofficial Mall Arbitration Panel.</p><p><br/></p><p>After a few calm voices, phone calculators, and receipts flying like court exhibits, the verdict landed:</p><p><br/></p><p> Mrs Lase was not <strong>over-billed</strong>.</p><p> She was actually <strong>short-billed</strong>.</p><p><br/></p><p>Silence.</p><p><br/></p><p>Nimmat smiled the smile of someone who just dodged character assassination.</p><p>Mrs Lase adjusted her bag.</p><p>Mr Tavi cleared his throat.</p><p><br/></p><p>They left.</p><p><br/></p><p>At the door, <strong>Oga John</strong> was opening it gently—still monk-like.</p><p><br/></p><p>“WHY ARE YOU SO SLOW?!” Mrs Lase snapped.</p><p>“Is this door your family inheritance?!”</p><p><br/></p><p>Mr Tavi whispered, “Please apologize.”</p><p>Reluctantly… *sorry was released.*</p><p><br/></p><p>On their way out of the mall, <strong>Yahweh’s Delight</strong> crossed the road without seeing their car.</p><p><br/></p><p>Mrs Lase activated again.</p><p>“ARE YOU BLIND?!”</p><p>“CAN’T YOU SEE A CAR?!”</p><p><br/></p><p>Yahweh’s Delight apologized.</p><p>Mr Tavi sighed deeply, the sigh of a man who has seen things.</p><p><br/></p><p>“Please apologize too,” he said.</p><p><br/></p><p>They got home.</p><p><br/></p><p>That night, Mr Tavi decided to teach a lesson.</p><p><br/></p><p>---</p><p><br/></p><p><strong>Husband</strong>: Grab a plate and throw it on the floor.</p><p><strong>Wife</strong>: <em>Throws plate</em></p><p><strong>Husband</strong>: Did it break?</p><p><strong>Wife</strong>: Yes.</p><p><strong>Husband</strong>: Say sorry to it.</p><p><strong>Wife</strong>: Sorry.</p><p><strong>Husband</strong>: Did it return to how it was?</p><p><strong>Wife</strong>: No.</p><p><strong>Husband</strong>: Do you understand?</p><p><br/></p><p>Sometimes, <strong>sorry doesn’t fix everything</strong>.</p><p>Some lives, once cracked by words, accusations, rants, and curses, don’t snap back into shape.</p><p>Be careful how you treat people.</p><p>The life you didn’t create—don’t be the one to damage it.</p><p><br/></p><p>Mr Tavi went to bed without eating.</p><p>Mrs Lase apologized.</p><p>He didn’t budge.</p><p><br/></p><p>---</p><p><strong><br/></strong></p><h3><strong>THE NEXT DAY…</strong></h3><p><br/></p><p><strong>Wife</strong>: Good morning my love.</p><p><strong>Husband</strong>: Good morning dear.</p><p><strong>Wife</strong>: You ignored me last night despite my apologies.</p><p><br/></p><p>Mr Tavi paused.</p><p>Then softly said, “I’m sorry.”</p><p><br/></p><p>Mrs Lase smiled.</p><p>Then handed him an <strong>empty plastic bottle</strong>.</p><p><br/></p><p>“Squash it.”</p><p><br/></p><p>He did.</p><p>“Squash it more.”</p><p><br/></p><p>He did.</p><p>“Say sorry to it.”</p><p><br/></p><p>“…Sorry, bottle.”</p><p><br/></p><p>“Did it return to normal?” she asked.</p><p><br/></p><p>He sighed. “No.”</p><p><br/></p><p>She then handed him a <strong>slim kitchen file.</strong></p><p><br/></p><p><strong>“Insert it and fix it from inside.”</strong></p><p><br/></p><p>After some careful effort, the bottle slowly regained its shape—still not perfect, but better.</p><p><br/></p><p>Mrs Lase looked him in the eye, held his hand and said:</p><p><br/></p><blockquote>“Now you see…<br/>Not everything needs <em>sorry</em> to fix it.<br/>Some things need <strong>effort, intention, and action.<br/></strong>Let’s go fix last night… properly.”</blockquote><p><br/></p><p>And back into the bedroom they went.</p><p>Peace treaty signed. </p><p><br/></p><p>---</p><p><br/></p><p>If you’re waiting for a <strong>TwoCents Takeaway, Giveaway, </strong>or<strong> Reflection</strong> from me…</p><p><br/></p><p><strong>I'M SORRY.</strong></p><p><br/></p><p>Go and fix it yourself in the comment section.</p><p><br/></p><p>See you on the next <strong>TwoCents Insight</strong></p><p><br/></p>
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