EPISODE 1
Lying alone on a massive bed in one of the
rooms in my father’s house, thinking about
almost everything that was there to be thought
of in the world, a weighty thought pressed my
spirit so hardly that it spilled out what I would
refer to as a ‘way out’ of the predicament I
happened to find myself in as at that point in
time. Having completed my National Diploma
Program, I was unable to secure myself a job for
nearly two years before I got a job as a software
engineer in a computer firm in Eket, Akwa Ibom
State. My monthly pay was good enough for a 20
year old who was still living with his parents and
had no bills to pay. Three years later I resigned
from the job and travelled to Ebonyi State in
search of greener pastures which I foresaw, but
it turned out I was too forward to see forever
from yesterday. Everything I had foreseen
became nightmares and daydreams, and I got
very familiar with misery and depression. When I
had it up to my neck I decided to heed the
advice of MISH, a singer from Akwa Ibom State
who with the lyrics of one of his hit tracks titled;
‘AKWA IBOM AYAYA’ (Akwa Ibom is beautiful)
urged Indigenes of the State to return home
before they starved to death in another man’s
land.
My mother was over excited on my arrival, and
her warm welcome almost wiped off the
memories of my ordeal at Ebonyi for the past
eight months, but I refused to forget even the
tiniest detail of all. Though my mother was more
than willing to house me until forever, I grew
very uncomfortable with the idea of still having
to live with and be fed by my parents at 24
years of age, so I tried all I could to become
independent but it seemed like the more I tried,
the more dependent I was. The first thing I did
was to leave home to stay with an Igbo business
man friend of mine who virtually fed me every
day. Secondly, I turned myself into an OLX
market where sellers would advertise their
products for interested buyers to purchase, but it
turned out that when there were sellers, there
were no buyers, and when there were buyers,
there were no sellers. So I resorted to selling off
those properties of mine that were of little or no
use to me which I had managed to acquire
during the past few years. Whenever I sold any
item, I would come temporarily alive until the
money discovered from the sale was finished.
Whenever I sold an item, I would suspend my
friend from providing food for us and take over
that responsibility to also show how capable I
was and how independent I could be. But as
soon as my wallet was dry, everything returned
to the way it was, and for a longer time than any
of mine ever lasted. Sincerely speaking, I was
tired of all that and desperately needed a
change.
But what was I to do? Many thoughts crossed my
mind. I thought of fraud, which I eventually got
involved in and made 10k barely three hours
from the time I was introduced into the game.
Walahi, if you’ve ever hit a mugu, you’ll despise
even the highest paid jobs. To me, I had found
myself a job that was gonna pay me enough to
enable me measure up with my peers who were
already swimming in the ocean wealth. But
barely a week into the game, my boss
committed a blunder that nearly landed us in the
EFCC net. If not for the mercies of God, I would
have been less than history by now. After then, I
thought of hacking into a bank database to
transfer some cool millions of naira into my
account. So I subscribed to the Airtel Nigeria
4GB plan at N1,500 and started my research on
how to hack into bank database. By the time I
tried the first and second step I found in my
research, which I wasn’t even sure if it was
gonna work, my 4GB reduced massively to
1.7GB. Hmmm, na only God go punish Airtel oo.
I spent approximately 30 minutes online and my
data was over 50% gone? So I started wondering
how long it was gonna take me to successfully
hack a bank and how much I was gonna spend
on data. I realized again that it took money to
make money. And in this case, the money to be
made wasn’t even sure to be made. I could end
up spending my money on data for nothing, so I
backed out and began to think of something
new. The next thought that got into my mind
was football betting. Seriously ehh, I no be
football fan at all!! I have never sat down to
watch a complete 90 minutes play except in
cases where my beloved Super Eagles was the
team playing. Even at that, 50% of my attention
would be on the reaction of the people watching
the match, and whenever Nigeria scored a goal, I
would scream to the top of my voice
G..ooO..aaA..llL..!!!!!!! Amazingly, I ventured into
football betting and was as hopeful as a
politician that I was gonna make it in that line
because I saw an advert on Surebet’s homepage
of a man who staked N400 and won over
N7,000,000. Chai!!! My head scatter!!! What have
I been doing all these while, I asked myself.
From then onward, all the money that ever came
my way again went into my nairabet account for
staking. I began studying football, and I did so
more diligently than I ever did study any course
during my time in school. Soon enough, I was
known as a forecaster by nearly all my pals,
even the ones wey don dey stake game before
me. During my course of betting games, I
discovered that I remained nervous for 90 whole
minutes while a match I had staked my money
on was ongoing, most of which never ended to
my favor. So I settled for another option called
‘VIRTUAL FOOTBALL LEAGE’ where a match only
lasted for 3 minutes. At least, this one won’t
keep nervous for longer than necessary, as the
result was determined at the end of 180
seconds. And I would keep making money every
3 minutes, but it turned out I was losing money
little by little every 180 seconds.
When the whole money was gone, I would sit in
front of my laptop and stare at it like a lunatic
who wanted to jump into the laptop screen to
retrieve the money I had lost to football betting.
After that, I would take a very long nap to
dissolve the pain of losing since I don’t do
alcohol and weed anymore. Lastly, I thought of
doing something tangible with my hands, but it
wasn’t easy finding a job either, except I was
ready to take on the ‘lowly jobs’. By lowly jobs I
mean stuffs like security jobs, brick laying, and
whatever I could lay my hands on just to make
some money. Indeed I was ready to do so, but
definitely not in Eket, Akwa Ibom State. That’s
where I grew up for crying out loud! How was I
supposed to do such jobs there after such a
wonderful reputation I had built for myself over
the years? I even got promoted to the position
of a manager in the computer firm I worked with
before I resigned, and all my peeps knew about
that. During that time, I was privileged to
interview and employ staff, and also sack staff.
How could the mighty fall so low? Nonetheless,
the fact remained that I needed cash and I had
to do those things for cash, so a very intelligent
thought entered into my heart. ‘Since you can’t
do those kinds of jobs in Eket, why not travel to
a place you are not known and do them until a
mega opportunity comes your way?’ That was
the thought that came into my heart, and I
bought it. Yes!! That was indeed the ‘way out’
of the predicament I happened to find myself in
at that point in time. But there was still a
problem.
I needed money for the relocation. I had to rent
an apartment at Enugu, which is where I had
chosen to relocate to. I chose Enugu because I
was quite familiar with the place since I
schooled there. Raising the money was a major
challenge, as I needed to make my move with
nothing less than N100,000, which would at
least be enough rent me a room that goes for
N60,000, while the rest of the money would go
for a little furnishing of the room, feeding and
some minor expenses until I was able to find
myself something to do, which I was sure to find
in no distant time. Sadly, I couldn’t lay my
hands on anything more than N20,000 which a
kind hearted brother in my church gave to me
after I had narrated my predicament to him. I
knew that if I stayed back and tried to find more
money to make it up, I would only end up
spending the N20,000 that had been given to
me. So I packed my stuff and prepared to leave
for Enugu, not minding how far I could go with
that amount of money in Enugu without
accommodation. On a very bright Wednesday
morning, I went to AKTC park in Eket, boarded a
bus for Enugu, and off I went! About four hours
later, I arrived at Enugu. I went out of the bus
with my big school bag which contained all my
stuff, walked out of the park and stood by the
side of the road. First thing I heard was the
voice of a conductor shouting; Emene!..Emene!.
.Emene!..Hahaha, Enugu, I DON SHOW! Not
knowing where to go from there, I just started
walking along Garden Avenue, hoping that
thoughts of the next step to take would cross my
mind in no distant time. By then, I was left with
N17,250.
To be continued.

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