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I And Ogechi (chapter one)

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THIS STORY IS A COMBINATION OF FICTIONS AND NON
FICTIONS, AND IS INTENDED TO ENTERTAIN, INSPIRE,
EDUCATE AND SATISFY THE READERS’ APETITE. NO PART
OF THIS STORY MAY BE REPRODUCED OR TRANSMITTED IN
ANY FORM OR BY ANY MEANS, BE IT ELECTRONIC,
MECHANICAL, PHOTOCOPY, RECORD, OR OTHERWISE
WITHOUT PRIOR WRITTEN PERMISSION OF THE AUTHOR JEZUZBOI
AND ON THIS THREAD.
HAVE FUN!
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 hard, 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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