it was several years ago when i was sent by my uncle to deliver some money and parcel to his colleaque in lagos .i got there and was asking for the adress around when suddenly some boys round me up and collect all in my hands including my tfare i broke down in this terrible tears it was so loud and much that the guys looked back and asked me what happened ,to cut a long story short they returned everyhing they took back to me and gave me even a tip they also said e be like my case critical pass their own d way i cried ....d tears saved my day ...share yours

Omo u are lucky oo...
Mine is the day my mum sent me to deliver 10,000 cash to her cousin down street,, omo na that day i know say village people exist. . As i reach there technically the money remain 9,000 ... I cry like say tomorrow no dey.. But no solution... .. Some cry tear no de solve thing o