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I bought two and asked for the man's account number. He gave me and I did a transfer of 3k. And when he confirmed receipt, I threw the belts into my car and walked away.
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This evening when I got home, I saw a paper conspicuously tucked into the wiper of my car. I sensed it was a message for me.
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In the paper was boldly written; PLEASE CALL THIS NUMBER 070 .... IT IS URGENT.
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I dialled the number but it was not answered at the other end. I gave up after two attempts.
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At dinner, I settled down to go through my phone while I munched my food with a smooth appetite. Then to my consternation and shock, I found instead of the 3k I was to pay for the belt, I had sent 30k!
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Food suddenly turned to sawdust in my mouth immediately. My eyes shot out of their sockets like popcorns. My arms and feet felt like bicycle sinews! My head is a half-filled bucket of water spinning or dangling like a pendulum.
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How and where in God's name will I ever run into Aboki again? I thought helplessly. And if I ever did, how would I recognize him?
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That was how I left my food and went upstairs to bemoan my fate. 30k in this hard era!
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To cut a long story short, I just got a return call from the number on the paper tucked into my wiper minutes later. The voice of a lady greeted me.
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"Good evening, yes I called because I found the number on my car," I mumbled into the mouthpiece.
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The lady introduced herself as a POS agent. A belt seller had told her to transfer 27k to the owner of the car who bought two belts from him. He had waited for nearly two hours hoping he would see me come and drive away but I never returned. He narrated how I mistakenly transferred 30k to him and demanded that she write her number for him so he could tuck it into my car.
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How he cleverly designed this means to reach me and return my 27k is still a mystery to me. I am just here wondering why some people are giving up on Nigeria when there are still good people like this fellow.
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May God bless him and his generation. Indeed there are just two tribes of people on the surface of the earth; the GOOD and the BAD. This man belongs to the good tribe.
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I can confidently say he is my BROTHER or KINSMAN. I could offer him free land in my village to farm and live in.
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Until we begin to tread on the paths of life with this kind of mindset, we will be doomed by the hate and selfishness emanating from the coven of religion, tribe, race and tongue which will only continue to divide us.
- Japheth
