A DAY TO REMEMBER IN PORT HARCOURT It was a typical humid morning in Port Harcourt, and I was already running late for an important meeting. In my rush, I grabbed my phone, slipped on my sandals, and dashed out the door, completely forgetting my purse on the dining table. I didn’t realize my mistake until I was halfway to Garrison, squeezed between two tired commuters in a noisy keke. The driver stopped and, with a half-smile, said, "Madam, your money." I reached into my bag and felt……