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
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
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
“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
“Just do what you feel is right.” He
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
“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
“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
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