₦airaland Forum

Baronthecelebri:
When we say go church and hear the word of God,you refuse.
Jesus said the enemy of a man is his house hold, love all your friends but never trust any one them.

wunmi590:
Im not saying going to church is not good and hearing the word of God, I'm a Christian also, and it a very good advice, but let me tell you one story..


I'm a Catholic, one of our old church warden has not been in church for like a year, very active old man in almost all society he belongs to..

He stood as a guarantor for someone who collected millions, but the person ran away with the money, they picked him up, and ended in kirikiri prison for more than a year, it was when they were doing visitation to the prison they found him there, that was how he was saved the following week...

Everything always happen for a reason, we should just pray that God should not take us to a place we will never see help or return 🙏

Kobicove:
No matter what you do, don't stand as guarantor for a loan in Nigeria especially for a person you do not know well!

Bullman:
When I was still an undergraduate in my final
Year .. my barny came to pass the night .. morning
Reach ndifreke no gree wake up again oo
Even inside AC MY jalabia got soaked in sweat gushing out of my body due to fear and extremely high panic mode..
See me see prison ..
I tried air resuscitation and was begging God and whatever deity my ancestors worshipped to come to my aid. 4 hours later her body was still in my room I couldn’t shout or call neighbors before I get accused of ritual .. then I saw her fingers move ..
I tried the air resuscitation again and gave her a very thunderous deafening slap
Out of frustration.. behold she woke up ooo.. Omo as I de happy with Joy i no no when I begin piss for body ..
Ever since that day I vowed never to allow any babe crash at my place .

Freelane33:
When My Guy Snitched: How God Saved Me

You never really know who your true friends are until wahala knocks on your door. That’s something I learned the hard way.

It all started back in Lagos, 2022. Hustle was tough, and everybody was looking for a way to make ends meet. Me and my homeboy, Tega, had been rolling together since secondary school — same hood, same dreams, same hunger. We used to say, “We go make am together, no matter how.”

I was doing small online work — freelance gigs, crypto trading, sometimes flipping accounts for commission. It wasn’t always straight, but it wasn’t exactly bad either. Just street survival, you know? But somehow, one small mistake almost landed me behind bars.

One day, Tega hit me up.
“Bro, I get connect for one foreign job. Big money involved. You fit run some transactions for me?”

Normally, I no dey touch anything suspicious again — I’d already told God I was done with anything shady. But the way things were going, I was tempted. Still, something inside told me chill.

So I told Tega no.

Next thing I know, two weeks later, EFCC agents pulled up at my gate early morning — loud knocks, black vans, bulletproof vests. Before I could even say ‘wetin dey happen?’, they burst in shouting my name like they rehearsed it.

They searched everything. Phone, laptop, even my prayer journal. Apparently, someone mentioned my name in connection to a “financial fraud network.”

Guess who?
Tega.

He had gotten caught, and to save himself, he gave them my name — said I was the one handling “the back-end.”
My guy. My brother. My day one.

I spent two days in EFCC custody. No food, no sleep, just pure fear. They kept showing me screenshots, transactions I’d never seen in my life. I told them I was innocent, but who believes that story in Nigeria?

Then something miraculous happened. The lead investigator called me aside. He said,
“Your name came up, but the evidence doesn’t tie back to you. Someone is lying — and it’s not you.”

Turns out, one of the accounts Tega used was traced directly to his own BVN. His lies backfired. They released me that evening, no charges filed.

When I stepped out into the street, the evening air felt like freedom itself. I didn’t even go home straight — I just stood outside, looked up, and whispered,
“God, thank you. You really saved me.
Share your own story my brother :

Nomerci:
Cooked up story
Pls

AllBlack:
And thats where it ended? None of you, if truly innocent, can stand up and sue the company for wrongful detention?

Nomerci:
Cooked up
It cant happen to me.im not as dull as u

FitCorper:
So small shaking like dis u don de begging turn blood for blood So una two no fit row together for life? 😂

Afritop:
You are lucky. Mine was about 12 years ago. Started making some sales for a big real estate company in Ikeja and collecting my commission steadily intending to run my masters program along with my hustle. Suddenly one of their sales manager there at that time refused to give me my commission on a sale worth millions of naira giving me excuses and promises despite I helped him meet his sales target. Thereafter a staff in the company falsely accused me that I want to sell one of the company’s properties advertised for sale to her client at an undervalued price which was absolutely false. They escalated the matter to their management and coo and without her thinking straight or doing diligent investigation invited the police who arrested me in their office.
At the station I was assaulted, shoes were removed, paper and biro was given to me to write statement. And phone was taken from me to find out any incriminating evidence to the crime. They found none but found receipts and commissions of many of all my accreditated sales and property listings. And the ones they deliberately refused to pay me with excuse including my chats with them.
They felt sorry and remorseful for their actions and advised me not to work for that company again after I bailed myself out of the station from my pocketh

hakeemhakeem:
Bro you for press charges against them so them go feel am for body

AllBlack:
And thats where it ended? None of you, if truly innocent, can stand up and sue the company for wrongful detention?

Freelane33:
When My Guy Snitched: How God Saved Me

You never really know who your true friends are until wahala knocks on your door. That’s something I learned the hard way.

It all started back in Lagos, 2022. Hustle was tough, and everybody was looking for a way to make ends meet. Me and my homeboy, Tega, had been rolling together since secondary school — same hood, same dreams, same hunger. We used to say, “We go make am together, no matter how.”

I was doing small online work — freelance gigs, crypto trading, sometimes flipping accounts for commission. It wasn’t always straight, but it wasn’t exactly bad either. Just street survival, you know? But somehow, one small mistake almost landed me behind bars.

One day, Tega hit me up.
“Bro, I get connect for one foreign job. Big money involved. You fit run some transactions for me?”

Normally, I no dey touch anything suspicious again — I’d already told God I was done with anything shady. But the way things were going, I was tempted. Still, something inside told me chill.

So I told Tega no.

Next thing I know, two weeks later, EFCC agents pulled up at my gate early morning — loud knocks, black vans, bulletproof vests. Before I could even say ‘wetin dey happen?’, they burst in shouting my name like they rehearsed it.

They searched everything. Phone, laptop, even my prayer journal. Apparently, someone mentioned my name in connection to a “financial fraud network.”

Guess who?
Tega.

He had gotten caught, and to save himself, he gave them my name — said I was the one handling “the back-end.”
My guy. My brother. My day one.

I spent two days in EFCC custody. No food, no sleep, just pure fear. They kept showing me screenshots, transactions I’d never seen in my life. I told them I was innocent, but who believes that story in Nigeria?

Then something miraculous happened. The lead investigator called me aside. He said,
“Your name came up, but the evidence doesn’t tie back to you. Someone is lying — and it’s not you.”

Turns out, one of the accounts Tega used was traced directly to his own BVN. His lies backfired. They released me that evening, no charges filed.

When I stepped out into the street, the evening air felt like freedom itself. I didn’t even go home straight — I just stood outside, looked up, and whispered,
“God, thank you. You really saved me.
Share your own story my brother :

Mariangeles:
So, what happened afterwards?
Were you released and given the commission you earned?

Mcslize:
You're not dulL, you are still very naive. A naive person can sometimes be comparable to a dull person you know.

nifemi25:
How can I go about this ? Will really appreciate

Mcslize:
Na wa for you o. If na you shey you go still roll with am ba? What about a friend who is planning to kidnapp and kpai you, if you find out shebi you go still roll with am na as per the kapon wey you be shey?

Nomerci:
Cooked up
It cant happen to me.im not as dull as u

Nomerci:
Kip kwayet fraudster

Cerebellum:
One of the biggest mistake you can make as a man is putting all your trust in one so called "friend", they will ruin you without remorse.
Though, there are very few exception

I'm currently dealing with one, very fulish boy

Richhard:
You want someone earning 60-70K per month to Sue?

You think sueing is free in a corrupt country like Nigeria?

Mariangeles:
Thank goodness!

I can't stand injustice and unfairness.