Why bother to ask if it meant nothing to them? After
rummaging through my wallet, they found two ATM cards and some cash. The
question that followed hit me with a bang. ‘What’s your pin number?’
Instinctively, I hesitated for a while, but a resounding slap on my face
soon got me spilling it out. These guys were actually going to do the
unimaginable. They were going to clear my account.
To think that I was
about experiencing stories that had seemed far away. I looked up in time
to see another member of the gang, sitting in the front seat. They
called him officer. I don’t know if he was some military officer or if
the name was just a code name. Even though I was still a little dazed
from the slap, I couldn’t but notice the gun that hung loosely in the
man’s hand, as he spoke to his colleague. He quickly handed the ATM
cards to another member who played the role of a bus conductor. The
driver slowed down at my inquisitor’s command, and the bus conductor
jumped off the bus on his way to emptying my accounts.
I silently wished
I had payed the money into my friend’s account, he had asked me to do
so to avoid spending it, since I’m saving towards paying my rent.
Meanwhile, while we awaited the arrival of the messenger, the bus kept
going round and round. In the process, the two women I met on the bus
were told to disembark, and two others, a guy and his girlfriend were
picked up at the next stop. They were lucky, as they didn’t have any ATM
card on them.
They were ripped of their phones and the only one
thousand Naira note the guy had on him. They had also searched the lady
who came on at the same time as I did. Obviously they didn’t get much
from her. I was their sacrificial lamb. Soon my phone beeped – an
indication that the money had been withdrawn. Then they drove back to
the spot where they had dropped off the bus conductor, picked him up and
drove off. By all means, it was a smooth operation, and we were
home-bound now. I silently prayed that they dropped me off at a safe
place.
All along, I didn’t know where we were because I had been sitting
on the floor of the bus. Suddenly, the bus pulled to a stop and we were
all told to alight. I discovered that they had dropped us at the
toll-gate. My inquisitor who had promised to give me transport money to
take me home had either forgotten or couldn’t care less. They zoomed off
as soon as we were all out of the bus. I stood there thinking of how to
get to my place in Gbagada, until one good Nigerian who happened to be
passing by came to my rescue by giving me N100, my exact fare home.”she
said
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