<br/><p><br/></p><p>In the bustling heart of Lagos, where the streets hummed with the rhythm of life—horns blaring, traders haggling, and okadas weaving through traffic like fearless acrobats—lived Amaka, a sharp-witted young woman with a knack for turning chaos into opportunity. Amaka wasn’t your average girl; she had a spark in her eye and a hustle in her step that could make even the grumpiest danfo driver crack a smile. But today, her hustle was about to land her in a proper wahala.</p><p><br/></p><p>It all started at Oshodi market, where Amaka was selling her famous puff-puff. Her stall, a small wooden table under a faded umbrella, was a magnet for hungry passersby. The golden, fluffy balls of dough, fried to perfection, were the talk of the market. People said Amaka’s puff-puff could make you forget your problems, at least for the five minutes it took to eat them.</p><p><br/></p><p>That morning, a sleek black SUV pulled up near the market, its tinted windows reflecting the chaos around it. Out stepped Madam Comfort, a wealthy businesswoman known for her love of flashy jewelry and her notorious temper. She was draped in a glittering ankara gown, her gele towering like a crown. Madam Comfort had heard about Amaka’s puff-puff and decided she needed some for a fancy event she was hosting later that evening.</p><p><br/></p><p>“Small girl,” Madam Comfort called, her voice dripping with authority. “I hear your puff-puff is the best in Lagos. I need two hundred pieces for my party tonight. Can you deliver?”</p><p><br/></p><p>Amaka’s eyes widened. Two hundred pieces? That was a big order, enough to cover her rent for the month! But there was a catch—she had only a few hours to prepare, and her small fryer could barely handle half that amount in one go. Still, Amaka wasn’t one to back down from a challenge.</p><p><br/></p><p>“No wahala, madam,” she said, flashing her brightest smile. “I go deliver am sharp-sharp. Just give me your address.”</p><p><br/></p><p>Madam Comfort handed her a card with an address in Lekki Phase 1, along with a crisp N10,000 note as a deposit. “Don’t disappoint me, eh,” she warned, her eyes narrowing. “If you mess this up, you go hear from me.”</p><p><br/></p><p>Amaka nodded, but as soon as the SUV sped off, panic set in. “Chai! Two hundred puff-puff in five hours? Amaka, wetin you don put yourself into?” she muttered, wiping sweat from her brow.</p><p><br/></p><p>She got to work immediately, borrowing an extra fryer from her neighbor, Mama Ngozi, who ran a buka nearby. “Amaka, you sure you fit handle this kain order?” Mama Ngozi asked, eyeing her skeptically.</p><p><br/></p><p>“Mama, no fear. I go make am happen,” Amaka replied, though her stomach was doing somersaults.</p><p><br/></p><p>By 3 p.m., Amaka had fried, packed, and loaded the puff-puff into a large cooler. She hailed an okada to take her to Lekki, the cooler strapped precariously behind her. The rider, a lanky guy named Chinedu, grinned. “Aunty, this load heavy o. Hope say you get strength for this journey.”</p><p><br/></p><p>“Chinedu, just move. Time no dey!” Amaka snapped, clutching the cooler as they zoomed off.</p><p><br/></p><p>The ride to Lekki was a nightmare. Lagos traffic was in full force, and a sudden rain turned the roads into a muddy mess. Chinedu swerved through cars, narrowly avoiding a keke that skidded in front of them. Amaka’s heart pounded as she prayed the puff-puff wouldn’t turn to mush in the cooler.</p><p><br/></p><p>When they finally reached Madam Comfort’s mansion, Amaka was drenched but triumphant. She knocked on the gate, expecting praise for her hustle. Instead, Madam Comfort stormed out, her face like thunder.</p><p><br/></p><p>“Where my puff-puff?!” she bellowed. “You’re late! And look at you, dripping water like a drowned rat!”</p><p><br/></p><p>Amaka, still catching her breath, opened the cooler to reveal the puff-puff—perfectly golden, not a single one soggy. “Madam, e dey here, intact o. No wahala.”</p><p><br/></p><p>Madam Comfort inspected the goods, her frown softening slightly. “Hmm. Not bad. But you still late. I no go pay full price.”</p><p><br/></p><p>Amaka’s blood boiled. After all her hustle—borrowing fryers, battling traffic, and surviving Lagos rain—this woman wanted to cheat her? She took a deep breath, remembering her mother’s advice: “Amaka, no let anybody push you, but use sense.”</p><p><br/></p><p>“Madam,” Amaka said, her voice calm but firm, “I fit carry my puff-puff go back o. Plenty people for market go buy am quick-quick. You want am or not?”</p><p><br/></p><p>Madam Comfort blinked, surprised by Amaka’s boldness. The guests inside were already arriving, and the aroma of the puff-puff was drawing curious glances. She grumbled but pulled out her purse, handing over the full amount. “You get liver, sha,” she muttered, almost smiling.</p><p><br/></p><p>Amaka pocketed the money, her heart soaring. As she hopped back on Chinedu’s okada, she laughed. “Nobody fit stop my hustle!”</p><p><br/></p><p>Back at Oshodi, word of Amaka’s triumph spread. Her puff-puff became even more famous, and Madam Comfort’s guests raved about it for weeks. Amaka used the money to buy a bigger fryer, and soon, her small stall was a proper shop with a sign that read: “Amaka’s Puff-Puff: No Wahala, Only Sweetness.”</p><p><br/></p><p>And so, in the heart of Lagos, Amaka proved that no matter how big the wahala, a sharp mind and a bold heart could make anything possible. As for Madam Comfort? She became Amaka’s regular customer, though she never admitted it was because she couldn’t resist the puff-puff.</p>
Amaka's Puff-Puff Hustle: No Wahala Too Big
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