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“na dis yeye sun I dey curse jor.e jus dey fry ma brain”. She giggled. Na wetin I talk wey dey funny dis girl sef. She’s always laughing at my weird jokes. Sometimes when she laughs I go dey wonder na so I funny. She drew further and gave me a side hug, her bosom just press on my chest. ‘No let Andrew catch you doing that young lady’. I thought.
‘come inside we get cold water for fridge maybe that go help you.’ I nodded and followed her . after drinking the cold water which I must say was refreshing. I met Andrew in his room. He was in front of his Pentium two HP desktop. Having a laptop those days means your money long. There was some funny language on the computer screen. “Oboy na wetin you dey do ?” I asked innocently. He looked up at me and smiled. “Na small coding I dey do jare”. I sat on his bed and patiently waited for him to save the file and close the program. He turned to me and asked me about my encounter with Sandra the night before. I give am the gist of how we went to cloud nine to fight the galatical wars under the sheets together. After our discussion about the female homosapien he began the lectures about programming that will change my life for ever. He went on for hours about the meaning of Html(Hypertext markup language),css(cascading style sheet) and finally about client-side and server-side languages. All these terms sounded like greek to me, I was used to words like jurisdiction, offeror, plaintiff, and all other legal jargons my lecturers at the prestigious faculty of law saw fit to bore me with.

He taught me what tags were,their functions etc. I did some programming that day. Like writing the Doctype! Declaration, head tag and title tag. Make I no lie I did not find it as much fun as was potrayed in all this American movies, were the actor go just hack one kin super computer.if this was how programming was like, I would not come back here again for this nonsense. But suprising the next day I was back there, and the next few weeks that followed. I learned the basics of web design. With each passing day I was getting better at it, and I just had this feeling that made see that this was going to shape my life an kept pushing me to learn and love programming. I also had a feeling that with this my life was never going to be ordinary. I was going to do great things. I was soaked in the waters of the world of programming

[size=13pt]Chapter one[/size]
They say our memories and experience help to shape our lifes, that they make us who we are.true talk. Life for me started on the 6th of September 2005, when a friend of mine offered to teach me the basics of Html , Css and of course Php. I was not particularly excited to say the least, I had done little stuff with the computer in the past, such as using everything in Microsoft office and like every Uniben student I knew that had a laptop watch movies with it. So when Andrew offered to teach me I was not particularly jumping. It was the second semester break, I just needed something to keep me busy that’s why I even accepted to take him on his offer.

I strolled to Andrews house that day under the hot sun, by the time I got there I was sweating and cursing the devil like say na him e the cause of my present predicament. “who you don dey curse again” a voice said taking me out of my reverie. I looked up and saw amaka standing there ,looking ever pretty, she always made my heart jump up everytime I see her. I had a crush on her since the day I noticed she started growing mangoes on her cheast.she don dey ripe I had said to myself. But because Andrew was my guy and amaka his sister I wasn’t allowed to date her talkless look her in a funny way. That’s the guys code for you.

[size=25pt]Prologue[/size]
Since the beginning of time man has strived to be successful. He has worked very hard to put food on his table, take care of his family(if he had the misfortune of having one) and to have all the pleasures life could possibly offer like going to the Bahamas for the weekend or perhaps if he decides to go locally Obudu range in the steep hills of great calabar. And all he needed to make all this possible was just ‘MONEY!!’. Yes money, money, money answereth all prayers. You could even rent a flat in Mars if you had just the right amount, get the woman of your dreams and of course ride into the sunset. This were the thoughts that ran through my mind as I was staring down on the 15inch monitor in front of me. I clicked the Enter key for the sixth consecutive time. The red light on the server blinked yet again. The slap came again. Each time I failed to break through the firewall I received a slap on the head from the monster behind me. On a normal day I for don slap am back but my people if I had done so he might have shot me and I won’t be telling you this story right now. He had a baretta to my head with a silencer screwed to it’s nozzle. See where the love of money has brought me to. I typed some more code on the cmd and pressed the Enter key again, the light on the server blinked green, and then the first folder appeared, it took some two minutes the others followed. The records of clients account were before my eyes, at one corner of the screen there was a countdown timer that started ticking, this was the countdown to doomsday, my doomsday.it showed that I had 20minutes to go through the records. Records of almost 10 thousand clients and sort for the ones we came for. ‘’ how long do we have?” a female voice asked beside me. I looked at her direction, but could not see her face quiet clearly because of poor lighting in the room. I sighed and continued clicking away. There was no need to answer her, abi she no dey see the timer for screen. Nonsense!. And considering the fact that she was the one that put me in this dire situation in the first place. Bitch!!. Now I recall the words of my sensei. “if woman no kill you, you no go fit die again”. Wise words from a wise woman, sorry a wise dead woman, that’s a story for another time.
“you no go answer the woman before I forget hot slap for your ear”. Said the monster. “twenty minutes” I quickly answered. I no want another slap from this guy abeg, he be like say this guy be don do building work tire oo. See how he hand strong.
Soon I had five minutes remaining, I had gone through 15 accounts, remaining 10 to go, the money would be somewhere in the world right now just waiting for us, sorry for them. Two minutes remaining, two minutes to my death. I know they are not going to let me leave this bank alive. Once that timer hit zero, Baaam! and I am a goner. I know the monster was dying to lodge that bullet in my brain, considering what had transpired between us in the past. How I wish I had done things differently. 15 seconds to go, I could feel my body temperature rise, the sweat that had been on my forehead spread to the rest of my body, my boxers and singlet became wet with the sweat. I clinched my teeth as it counted ’13,12..6..5..4..3’. I closed my eyes and braced myself for impact and willed my spirit to the outer realm. I wish I had taken another path in live. I will probably have a job as head of something, something department in one of this tech companies, a wife and small children running helter-skelter shouting daddy daddy. But I loved the thrill that came with being at the other side of the law, wheater na winch swear for me from my village that I would never know. I found myself at the last moment mumbling a verse from psalms ‘though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death…” Oboy! Another part of my mind said “wetin you go find for that valley at the first place”. I opened my eyes just in time for the timer to hit ‘00.00’. e don set.
…………. Everything went dark instantly………………..

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