The cost of being angry

“I’m sick and tired of all these,” Sophia cried out. “You don’t deserve me.”

“Will you just hold on?” Jackson said as he tried to keep her from walking away, “I’m trying to talk to you.”

“Save your speech Jackson dear,” she shot back, “you’d need it for the Court.”

“The Court?” he asked. “What in God’s name are you talking about?” He took a deep breath, “Listen honey, we can talk this over. It’s not what you think.”

She laughed aloud. “You have absolutely no idea what I’m thinking of right now because if you do, you wouldn’t be this close to me.” With a deep sigh she said, “I could kill you right now. How could you?”

“Listen dear….”

“You know what? Just forget. I don’t need your explanations.”

She walked out.

“Where are you going to with all these bags?” He asked.

“I’m leaving you; going over to my sister’s place. I’ll come for the rest of my stuff later.” She headed for the door. He followed her outside.

She had just unlocked the car when he said, “Will you at least give me a chance to explain?”

She glared at him. “What explanation could you possibly give? That the love note lying on your bed didn’t come from another woman? Or that your frequent late night calls and coming home late doesn’t mean you’re seeing someone else? What on earth do you want to explain to me?

He smiled. “It’s not what you think dear.”

“Don’t play with my intelligence Jackson. You really think I’m stupid, don’t you? What am I even doing here trying to reason with you? You do not deserve me. Just get yourself a Lawyer because I’m filing for a divorce. Let’s see who would cook for you, do all you laundry and take all your attitude and bullshit.”

“Don’t you think you’re taking all these too far? You wouldn’t even let me explain. Listen dear, there’s no need to get a Lawyer…”

But it was too late. She had gotten into the car. “Open that gate Peter,” she thundered at the gateman. Jackson tried to stop her; he banged on the window but all to no avail. She paid him no mind and drove off. How could he do this to me? After all these years of faithfulness, he dare cheat on me. He sure doesn’t deserve me or my love. And now he wants to explain? Who needs his explanations? How could he do this to us? Her thoughts were disrupted by an incoming call on her phone. She checked the caller ID. It was her husband. He’s a fool to think I’ll answer. She was speeding. So many thoughts were racing through her head. She didn’t even pay attention to the traffic light which turned red. She drove past other cars that had stopped.

It all happened so fast. She didn’t see the truck coming. A truck fully loaded with goods came out of nowhere and collided with her car. She had little time to apply the brake. There was a loud crash.

Broken glasses were scattered everywhere. She was half awake when the paramedics arrived at the scene. Just before she was taken away, she glanced at her phone. It was her husband calling again.



It was 8pm when Jackson got a phone call informing him of his wife’s involvement in a car accident.

“Your wife is very lucky,” the Doctor said.

“How do you mean?” he asked.

“Well, let’s just say that it’s a good thing she had her seat belt on. Otherwise, it would have been a different story.”

Jackson buried his head in his palm. The Doctor gave him a tap on his back saying, “She’ll be fine. She’s one strong lady. Have a little faith sir.” He walked out adding that he’d be back to check up on her.

He raised his head and looked at his wife lying helpless and almost lifeless on the bed. Tears filled his eyes.

“You shouldn’t have left,” he said. “If only you had been patient enough to listen to me and not rush out of the house angry, all these wouldn’t have happened.”



“Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured” – Mark Twain.

What do you think would have happened if she hadn’t stormed out of the house with so much rage? Maybe she could have escaped the accident. A lot of us like Sophia let our anger take control over us. We’re so filled with rage that we don’t stop to listen to the other party. Often times, we make the wrong decisions when we’re angry and then live to regret later.

Let’s use the story of Moses as a case study. Moses was born to be a deliverer; he was sent to rescue the people of Israel from the hands of the Egyptians and help lead them into the Promised Land. But what happened in the end? God didn’t let him into the same Promised Land he was leading them to. Why? It was due to his temper problem. You see, Moses had a bit of anger problem; he flared up whenever they grumbled or complained, and each time they requested something from God through him, he got so angry and did something other than what he was instructed.

You might argue that being angry is a normal emotional state that one gets to as a result of being hurt or betrayed. According to the Merriam-Webster Dictionary, Anger is “a strong feeling of being upset or annoyed because of something wrong or bad; the feeling that makes someone want to hurt other people.”

Sometimes we feel cheated out, left out or greatly offended and we decide to resort to anger. I can’t blame you for that. I mean, I have every reason to react if someone hurts me badly.  Nobody can blame you for getting angry over being stood up or disappointed or even being lied to. It’s normal to flare up when someone step on your toes. It shows your human nature and expresses your disapproval towards something. But you better be careful you don’t bite off the person’s head and hurt yourself in the process! Remember, “Anger is one letter short of danger.”

“Anger is just anger. It isn’t good. It isn’t bad. It just is. What you do with it is what matters. It’s like anything else. You can use it to build or to destroy. You just have to make a choice” – Jim Butcher, White Night.


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