I was alone at home that afternoon when Michelle
ran into our room in the campus with a big smile
on her face. I almost thought she had won a
lottery. Out of the excitement and despite the
hunger, I asked, ‘ Babe you win lottery and you
don jam mugu? ’
She was still thanking God for deciding to turn her
life around after all these years of suffering and
penniless lifestyle? I was amazed as I stared at her
in shock. I have never seen Michelle in that excited
mood since we became roommates. She called me
by the name we usually addressed ourselves with.
My rommie, guess what happen on my way back
from school. I replied that I am poor guesser . Let
me break the bombshell to you babe. I am now a
very rich girl. She announced. I burst out with a
loud laugh and dismissed her excitement with a
wave of the hand.
She insisted that she was not dreaming. I told her
to go straight to the point before I lose my
patience. She begin to narrate how she met this
very rich Chief who gave her a ride back home
where she stood under the scorching sun.
According to her, the Chief happens to be a
multimillionaire with businesses all over the
country and abroad. She she said the chief had
invited her to have dinner with her at a hotel
somewhere in town. She said the chief said she
could bring her friend along with her. I was
becoming excited too at the thought of making
some cool cash from the mugu chief.
She pleaded with me to accompany her to see the
chief, After much persuasion, I gave in to her
request and accompanied her that night. As at
7:45pm, the Chief’s driver was already waiting
outside the campus with the latest Range Rover
Sports. We got to coded hotel. The chief was
already waiting for us. He had also placed a
reservation for us.
We had a very nice time with the chief. The man
had plenty of cash to throw around. The man was
simply swimming in money. He was also so
friendly and very generous. While going home that
night, he gave us a brand new notes totaling N200,
000 naira each. Imagine making 200k one night. It
was a jackpot. Soon I was becoming jealous of my
friend.
I was asking myself why I wasn’t th one in her
position. A week later, Chief bought a Mercedes
jeep for Michelle and actually gave her the keys to
a flat in Lekki Peninsula. Being her closest friend
and roomie, she begged me to move in with her
which I quickly agreed without much conviction.
We started living large. Chief was just so kind and
generous to us. We had everything at our beck and
call. Just like a whirlwind, we became the
happening babes on campus and within the Lekki
axis.
I got so carried away that I was enjoying the
money without knowing where it was coming
from. Chief even took my friend to Paris for
shopping. Deep down I was so sad and filled with
jealousy for her. She noticed I didn’t take the news
kindly to the news. But she promised to buy me
stuff from Paris.
A few days later, she left with Chief. That was the
last time I set my eyes on Michelle. Her journey
was supposed to last for two weeks but a month
later, I did not hear from her. I became scared
because I was left alone in the house. She never
communicated with me right from the first day she
left the house.
I came home from school one evening and met
Chief at home, out of excitement I rushed into
Michelle’s room thinking that she has finally
returned but to my utmost astonishment, Michelle
was nowhere to be found.
I rushed out immediately to ask Chief, he explained
that she will come back later that her trip was a
bit extended and immediately changed his
countenance towards me by telling me that he
actually made a mistake by going out with my
friend earlier on.
He promised me heaven and earth if only I could
date him secretly without Michelle’s knowledge. I
told him that I wouldn’t be able to stab my friend
behind her back, that she has been very good to
me. He asked the driver to bring his briefcase, he
brought out N500, 000, kept it on the table and
asked me to think about his request and left.
I was tempted to give in to what Chief had said but
I kept worrying about Michelle. One night I
became curious and decide to check one of the
rooms in the flat that was always kept open. There
was a wardrobe inside the room.
Still out of curiosity, I forced the wardrobe open
and I shouted. There was my friend sitting on a
stool. Her eyes fixed in a daze with a pot on her
head.
Her body seem glued to the stool. Was she dead?
She was not moving.I shout Jesus and ran out of
the house. How could chief have killed my friend
in the same house without my knowledge?
Some weeks after, Michell was reported missing. I
assisted the police to locate the house. On getting
there, the address had changed. The new occupants
said there was never a chief there and threatened
the police for embarrassing them. But I was sure of
what I saw. What had happened.
Given the position I met my friend, I am very
convinced that Chief used her for rituals. A search
of the house did not produce anything.I am still in
shock.
That is why I have become a born again Christian
in memory of my friend.
I will never do runs again.
Now after reading this and you become skeptical worrying if it's the truth or not. Maybe you should just stop whatever your doing that does not put your mind at rest and focus on making your life better through hard work.
ran into our room in the campus with a big smile
on her face. I almost thought she had won a
lottery. Out of the excitement and despite the
hunger, I asked, ‘ Babe you win lottery and you
don jam mugu? ’
She was still thanking God for deciding to turn her
life around after all these years of suffering and
penniless lifestyle? I was amazed as I stared at her
in shock. I have never seen Michelle in that excited
mood since we became roommates. She called me
by the name we usually addressed ourselves with.
My rommie, guess what happen on my way back
from school. I replied that I am poor guesser . Let
me break the bombshell to you babe. I am now a
very rich girl. She announced. I burst out with a
loud laugh and dismissed her excitement with a
wave of the hand.
She insisted that she was not dreaming. I told her
to go straight to the point before I lose my
patience. She begin to narrate how she met this
very rich Chief who gave her a ride back home
where she stood under the scorching sun.
According to her, the Chief happens to be a
multimillionaire with businesses all over the
country and abroad. She she said the chief had
invited her to have dinner with her at a hotel
somewhere in town. She said the chief said she
could bring her friend along with her. I was
becoming excited too at the thought of making
some cool cash from the mugu chief.
She pleaded with me to accompany her to see the
chief, After much persuasion, I gave in to her
request and accompanied her that night. As at
7:45pm, the Chief’s driver was already waiting
outside the campus with the latest Range Rover
Sports. We got to coded hotel. The chief was
already waiting for us. He had also placed a
reservation for us.
We had a very nice time with the chief. The man
had plenty of cash to throw around. The man was
simply swimming in money. He was also so
friendly and very generous. While going home that
night, he gave us a brand new notes totaling N200,
000 naira each. Imagine making 200k one night. It
was a jackpot. Soon I was becoming jealous of my
friend.
I was asking myself why I wasn’t th one in her
position. A week later, Chief bought a Mercedes
jeep for Michelle and actually gave her the keys to
a flat in Lekki Peninsula. Being her closest friend
and roomie, she begged me to move in with her
which I quickly agreed without much conviction.
We started living large. Chief was just so kind and
generous to us. We had everything at our beck and
call. Just like a whirlwind, we became the
happening babes on campus and within the Lekki
axis.
I got so carried away that I was enjoying the
money without knowing where it was coming
from. Chief even took my friend to Paris for
shopping. Deep down I was so sad and filled with
jealousy for her. She noticed I didn’t take the news
kindly to the news. But she promised to buy me
stuff from Paris.
A few days later, she left with Chief. That was the
last time I set my eyes on Michelle. Her journey
was supposed to last for two weeks but a month
later, I did not hear from her. I became scared
because I was left alone in the house. She never
communicated with me right from the first day she
left the house.
I came home from school one evening and met
Chief at home, out of excitement I rushed into
Michelle’s room thinking that she has finally
returned but to my utmost astonishment, Michelle
was nowhere to be found.
I rushed out immediately to ask Chief, he explained
that she will come back later that her trip was a
bit extended and immediately changed his
countenance towards me by telling me that he
actually made a mistake by going out with my
friend earlier on.
He promised me heaven and earth if only I could
date him secretly without Michelle’s knowledge. I
told him that I wouldn’t be able to stab my friend
behind her back, that she has been very good to
me. He asked the driver to bring his briefcase, he
brought out N500, 000, kept it on the table and
asked me to think about his request and left.
I was tempted to give in to what Chief had said but
I kept worrying about Michelle. One night I
became curious and decide to check one of the
rooms in the flat that was always kept open. There
was a wardrobe inside the room.
Still out of curiosity, I forced the wardrobe open
and I shouted. There was my friend sitting on a
stool. Her eyes fixed in a daze with a pot on her
head.
Her body seem glued to the stool. Was she dead?
She was not moving.I shout Jesus and ran out of
the house. How could chief have killed my friend
in the same house without my knowledge?
Some weeks after, Michell was reported missing. I
assisted the police to locate the house. On getting
there, the address had changed. The new occupants
said there was never a chief there and threatened
the police for embarrassing them. But I was sure of
what I saw. What had happened.
Given the position I met my friend, I am very
convinced that Chief used her for rituals. A search
of the house did not produce anything.I am still in
shock.
That is why I have become a born again Christian
in memory of my friend.
I will never do runs again.
Now after reading this and you become skeptical worrying if it's the truth or not. Maybe you should just stop whatever your doing that does not put your mind at rest and focus on making your life better through hard work.
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