Episode 2

I spent the better part of the day

contemplating on the choice I just made.

My carnal mind was at war with my

moral mind. I love adventures, but not

so keen on crime. I have a natural

phobia for crime; especially when it

involves robbing innocent people. But

millions of naira? What more could be


It was a long boring day. I had traveled

down to Ph enroute home to attend a

wedding and spend some time with my

friends at the city. My friend was still at

work: his holiday was just the 25th and

26th. I was lucky with 2 weeks break

from work. Ph hasn’t been all that fun

since I arrived. I was already running

short of cash from endless hanging out

due to boredom. I could really make do

with some money but I wasn’t going to

steal some.

Since I got nothing much to do, I decided

to probe more into the lady who owned

the card. With such millions lodged into

an account, she must be wealthy.

I did a little background check and it

was obvious she was active in the social

media. Her facebook wall was updated

regularly with recent events. I browsed

her profile fully: she was the ceo of a

beauty spa at Abuja: she lives in Abuja

and had two salons at different areas in

the town.

I kept searching: from her recent

updates, she was in ph for an event: a

wedding ceremony. She was a mother of

two; no info about her marriage history

or her husband. Just some random pix

of she and different men. She had two

facebook pages, all devoted to beauty

tips; make-ups, wears, trending fashion

tips, pictures of she and a lot of

celebrities, mostly from the movie

industry. She also had some others I

suspect to be politicians. She had pix of

her trips out of the country: there was

Dubai, London, Paris, Doha, South Africa

and the Seychelles. Then there was a

third facebook page which was for a

closed user-group. Didn’t know what the

content were as I couldn’t access it.

I kept searching:

She was on Instagram so I took the

liberty of digging further. Her walls were

filled with nice pix of her and her

daughters. She had pix with celebrities.

It was obvious she was the fun-loving

type, rich and gorgeous.

When I was bored of checking up on her,

I decided to head to my friend’s place.

He wasn’t back from work yet so I

watched some movies with the laptop.

By 6pm, she hadn’t called yet. When it

got to 7pm and I didn’t get a call, I

decided to give her a call. When she

picked, it was obvious she was at a

noisy place.

“Who am I speaking with?” She inquired

as she picked the call.

“The guy with your atm card.” I said

confidently believing I would pique her


“Oh, you again!” She proclaimed like I

was bordering her life. I swallowed hard

and allowed her to continue.

“I’m in a function and I can’t speak right

now, I will inform you of what to do.” She

said categorically and cut the call.

I stared blankly at my phone for some

minutes and could hardly make out

sense in the situation.

Just then, my friend returned from work

and I told him all that happened. As

usual, he didn’t have any useful advise

to give.

“Just do what you feel is right.” He

answered casually.

What I felt was right? Should have flung

the d–n card away!

Some minutes later, a text message

entered my phone:

‘Drop the card with the receptionist at

Hotel Presidential, tell them its for the

occupant of Rm 19D.’

How convenient! I thought to myself.

Now I’m a courier guy delivering lost

cards. What else won’t I do for her!

Maybe I should just flush the card down

the toilet!

“Did I tell you I had her password?” I

asked my friend who was busy playing

Winning Eleven with the laptop.

“What do you want to do? Steal from a

poor woman?” He asked.

“She’s not poor, she’s rich and there

were millions in her account!” I said to


“Do what you want to do!” He said


I thought about it again. It was more

annoying than I anticipated. There was

little more that I could do at the

moment. There was no way I would be

going to the Presidential Hotel to deliver

an Atm card in absentia like I was a

delivery boy.

“Can you imagine these guys mandated

that I come to work on the 26th?” My

friend asked, looking up to me. Typical of

him, he doesn’t have any useful advise

to give when you inform him of

something but expects you to listen to

his whining about work.

“I can’t wait to leave this company!” He

lamented again.

That has been his watchword since he

got this job. He’s been with the same

company for over 3 years now, whining

about how he hates his job but makes

little or no effort to leave them.

“Do what you want to do!” I replied him.

“Fool!” He lamented and I smiled.

The only time we have a meaningful

conversation is when we talk about girls.

Nothing takes his mind away from

playing games in the laptop except the

talk of girls and when you give him a

listening ear to his whining about job:

that and when he was very hungry.

I picked my phone and replied the


“Call me when you’re ready to get your


To be continued


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