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Gosh! It was almost 7:30am. I rushed out of the
bedroom, picked up a kettle, performed ablution
and prayed to the God. Only God knows if the
prayer was even answered or not because I
couldn’t concentrate on it. I rushed from there to
the bathroom; I took my bath, brushed my teeth
and dressed up for work. I marched out like a
soldier going for war. I got to the street where I
could get a bus to my place of work very fast but
it was quiet unfortunate that I couldn’t get a bus
on time and it was around 8:30am. I started
murmuring when I saw a bus coming. .
“Station road”, I said to the driver. “maa bo”.
Which means “come”, the driver replied, is forty
naira sir. The driver said and I frowned at him,
didn’t alter a word. I got to where to drop, gave
him forty naira and alighted peacefully. I trekked
a little bit and got to the office. It was already
“You are a bit late today”, said Mrs. Ola. “Yes
ma”. I replied.
It was not less than a minute that I took my sit
when Mrs. Akin entered and greeted everyone on
seat and came directly to me. She was one of
my bosses at the office before she was been
posted to another department. “You will see an
alert very soon. Granma is coming for clinic
today and the money will be needed to take care
of her”. She said. “Ok ma”. I replied. That was
not the first time of cashing fund through my
Bank account. It was so, because his uncle that
does send the money could only locate that bank
around him. After two minutes when she had
left, I heard a message sound on my phone. I
picked it and checked the message. Mtcheeew! It
was an unsolicited text message from my service
provider. I hissed and threw the phone on the
table with anger.

“Afeez, please come”, said Mr. Ayan. He was also
one of my bosses like Mrs. Akin. He counted
eighty thousand naira and handed it to me, with
a paper that had an account number, account
name and the name of the bank. “Drop it into
that Bank account”, he said. “Alright sir”, I
Since Oxford Bank is not too far from Global
bank I was sent to initially, I decided to take my
ATM card along incase the money drop into my
account. I checked my wallet for the card but
couldn’t find it. I searched my bag and
everywhere I thought of, but I couldn’t find it. I
decided to zoom off to the Oxford bank. On my
way to the bank, I started tasking my brain where
I put the card and the answer appeared to me as
if I am a NTA news-caster who reads on the
screen. Oh, yah! It was in the pocket of a pair
trouser I hung in my wardrobe. I smiled. I
continued with the trek when I heard a deep
voice from my back…



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