A Daughter’s Revenge Episode 13
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🙎 A Daughter’s Revenge EPISODE THIRTEEN:
PREVIOUSLY ON A DAUGHTER’S REVENGE:
…business was thriving very well. Oga Mba has trusted me so much that he now left his business under my care with a rest of mind. And I never for one day disappointed him.
Not until one day, I did something that I never believed I would have ever done in my life. I don’t even know what came over me. How it happened, I cannot explain. But it was something I was never proud of doing. And the unfortunate thing happened when my boss traveled to the village with his family for a burial.
Every now and then, amid tears, I prayed to God that Oga Mba would find a place in his heart to forgive and still retain me. Because the gravity of my offense was capable of not only costing me my job, but it can also land me into the police custody.
THE CONTINUATION:
Everything has turned around for bàd in my life again. A life once seemed like a bird of roses has hit a brick wall. It was as if my èñèmîès had remembered me again. The èñèmîès I thought I had escaped from their sight and tôrmènts.
I have even contemplated sûîcîdè several times. Because I don’t even know how to face Oga Mba and his wife when they return. With which mouth would I explain to them what happened? Would they even believe me that the whopping loss was as a result of scàm?
But how could I be this careless?
A laptop worth more than half a million naira, gone just like that.
How could I let those sons of dôôm play fast one on me?
These and many more questions I asked myself every now and then amid tears.
FLASHBACK:
(On how the whole thing happened)
These boys were four in numbers. They had dread hairstyles. You need to see how happy I was when they came into the shop. Because the market was very bàd due to the downpour that has held the day hostage.
They wanted an apple laptop.
So I walked them around for them to make their choice.
In the end, they selected one. A very expensive Apple laptop they went for.
The price was already tagged on the laptop. So no need for bargaining again.
In fact, these guys were very jovial and funny. You needed to see how they engaged me in discussion to the extent I was laughing out so loud.
‘How do I make payment?’, one of them asked.
‘Càsh. Tràñśfèr. PÔS. All are acceptable here’, I replied.
‘PÔS’, he said and brought out his card amid jokes and laughter.
I inserted the card in the PÔS machine, typed the amount and handed the machine to him to input his pàsśwôrd. He did that. Then I pressed the enter button and within a short time, it was approved. I handed him his card and payment receipt.
I really cracked my rib laughing while attending to them.
I wrote a receipt for them. Then packaged the laptop and handed it over to them with a vote of thanks.
‘I really appreciate you guys for your patronage. I hope to see you guys again’, I appreciate them.
‘Don’t worry, we will be back next time. We really enjoy your services,’ one of them replied.
Just then, the buyer dipped hand into his pocket and handed me a token of five thousand naira.
I thanked him amid happiness.
They left.
My joy indeed knows no bounds that day.
It was at the end of the market that very day, after balancing the book, I found out that I had a shortage of six hundred and forty three thousand naira.
At first, I thought it was a mistake. But after cross-checking again, again and again, it happened that it wasn’t a mistake. The shortage was a reality. Before I could know what was happening, the whole of my body was already drenched with sweat and my body shaking intensively.
‘How is it possible? How come?’, I asked myself while cross-checking my transactions via PÔS. Because most of my business that day was transacted via PÔS.
Behold, the mistake came from those boys that bought an apple laptop. The approved figure via the PÔS machine was six thousand five hundred naira instead of six hundred and fifty thousand naira.
Then I began to imagine how come because I was very much sure that it was the correct amount I inputted. Just that I was so much carried away by their jokes not to cross-check the transaction after approval. It then dawned on me that the guy must have changed the amount when I gave him the PÔS machine to input his password. That he must have quickly altered one zero before proceeding to input his pàsswôrd.
Luckily enough, I had his phone number on my phone. He actually gave me his phone number. Because there was a laptop he selected. That he would need the laptop next week but it would be strictly an online transaction – he would transfer the money and we would deliver it to him via dispatch riders.
‘The phone number you dialed doesn’t exist..’ That was the response I got after dialing the number.
It was then I finally realized that I had been dûpèd. I slûmpèd on the floor and began to scream. It was night and rain was falling heavily. So nobody heard my cry and scream. But I managed to alert my neighbors who immediately rushed to know what the problem was. On hearing my ordeal, they could not help but to sympathize with me.
‘Martha, the truth is that you have been scámméd. I just prayed you survived it. God will see you through..,’ Emeka said.
BACK TO PRESENT:
I have discussed my trádégy with my aunty, I told her how the whole thing happened. Aunty Ifeoma believed me because throughout my stay with her, nothing In her house has ever gone missing, talkless of her money. She promised me that God would take absolute control of the situation.
The situation made me think of quitting the job with immediate effect. But Aunty Ifeoma advised me otherwise. That if I do so, it would mean that I stólé the móñéy myself despite the fact I didn’t. That I should not panic. Instead, I should remain prayerful and steadfast for God to take control.
So I kept praying and hoping that the almighty God would take control.
Few days later, Oga Mba called to inform me he would be returning with his family the following week. He pleaded I go help them clean up their house come Sunday.
Of the truth, when I heard of their pending coming, my heart ran into my stomach. I began to panic greatly. I slumbed at that moment. Because I don’t know what my fate would be. Moreover, I don’t know how my boss would react to the incident. Because Oga Mba was very strict when it came to money. In fact, he doesn’t play with his money at all. And six hundred and forty three thousand naira was so huge for me to pay. If he insists I must pay him the money, tell me, where would raise such a huge ámóûñt from? How much was my salary? Ten thousand naira. So If he’s to be deducting the money from my salary, it would take me years to be able to pay the shortage.
I was of the wish for them not to come back to Lagos until I find means to replace the money. You know, in this very situation, the mind could be very deceitful. So I even wish that I could visit a native doctor to delay their coming back or if possible, wipe off his memory for him not to be able to remember records of the goods in his shop. In fact, I wished for so many dîrty things. But only if wishes were horses.
I have even gone to meet some ‘Ndi Oga’ to solicit for financial help from them. But after hearing my plîght, most of them promised to assist me financially but on the condition that I sleep with them. Although I gave it a second thought, but how many would I sleep with for me to be able to recover the money?
TO Be Continued
