Pearls of Love (Episode 14)
If you don't believe that money brings joy and other good things, start believing it now. Money change a lot of things; your thinking, perception, decisions and status. It removes all the odd things around you and with money, it means more achievements, more success and even more money.
If you have a good dream and you work towards achieving your that dream, by setting concrete goals, then you will succeed. I was very hard working, and creative young man, but that wasn't the only thing that brought about my success, you can say I was lucky, or you may prefer to call it favor, if you are a Christian! Well, in this situation I am about to narrate, I know some persons may say, I wasn't honest, but I don't think so, I think what I did was smart because if I didn't, someone else would have.
It was one of those weekends, precisely a Friday night and we expected customers overnight, so most Fridays I slept at the cafe. I still stayed over at the cafe most Saturdays till Sunday, to take care of my personal work on the Internet. I was trying to connect with people across the globe to assist with my books and other ideas, in getting them out, and was also trying a little FOREX business. Foreign exchange business was another cool way of making money here.
This night, I had stayed back like so many other nights. But there were no clients, because it was a Sunday, so I was alone in the entire large building. My small office is behind building and from my office you can see the road behind leading into the street. It was a minor road that passing through a residential area, it also leads to the port area. Industrial drainage passes from behind the building down to the collecting channel at the end of road. A manila tree shades the back of the building such that you can hardly see inside. At the back also was the large soak-away pit for the entire building and the next one.
At around one that night, I heard running footfalls and looked outside only to see three men running down the road. I need not be told before I knew they were thieves on the run. Just then I heard a police-patrol car approaching and I saw that the three men ran even faster. Suddenly, there was a gunshot. I pulled the blind to watch.
I suddenly couldn't see the street any longer it was dark there. I guess the thieves must have gone down the street. Suddenly, I heard a panting, that sounded very close, and I thought maybe it was within our building, I became afraid. Just then I saw another person running down directly to the back of the building where I was. He was carrying a bag and it looked heavy the way he carried it, he couldn't run properly. He dropped the bag into the drainage and continued running as I saw some policemen coming on foot with their AK47 guns. They did not see him drop the bag because he was far ahead of them. I can't exactly say now why the thief failed, but I think luck was not on him or he was rather foolish. And perhaps he had been a thief for long and ran out of his luck. I guess like the saying "every day for the thief, one day for the owner" Because I felt the thief should have hidden behind the building but he ran in the open. I heard a gunshot after him from the police's gun and I heard a load groan of pain which was followed by another shot and this time a slow groan of death.
I knew what he dropped in the drainage would be money and it would be plenty money. A bank was at the other end of the street and perhaps that was where was robbed. If what was dropped there was money, I had to get it. The cops were too corrupt, if they got the money they wouldn't hand it over to the owner nor the authority, if at all they did mention the money, it would only be a part of it and not the whole thing.
I took a risk that night. When I noticed that the street was deserted after the police shootings, I switched the light to the back of the building off; it was controlled from the cyber cafe. I went over to the window and checked again to be sure that the policemen had not returned. I went to the front of the building and checked but the street was deserted. If I had to go to the back of the building, I had to come out at the front first. Just in case I meet any police I decided to go with my Id-card, although with the situation at hand then, it wouldn't have meant anything if they caught me, they would pretend I was part of the robbers even if they were convinced that I wasn't.
I went out of the building, holding a small torchlight and keeping to the side of the wall, I didn't meet anyone as I went. I kept to the side of the building all through from the pavement down, till I got to the back of the building. I walked very fast, my heart panted as I held my heart in my hand. What if I was caught while carrying the bag I thought of what my fate would be. I just prayed for luck. I soon got to the back of my office window, I didn't want to use the torch light, but even without it I saw the bag where it was dumped. I looked around to be sure nobody was looking I opened a zip and saw it was actually money, mint notes. I carried the bag without hesitating and started walking back to the building, making sure I kept to the side of the building. I did everything in less than five minutes and I was back in the café. I locked the door and heaved a relief. But I was very scared, what if the cops came back. What if they later discover that the person shot dropped bag there? They may even think I was part of the robbery.
They didn't come, I was lucky. The news wasn't aired on local radio, TV or any newspaper. But people that lived around the place talked about the shots the following morning, a police surveillance team surveyed the area the next morning. I kept the money in my small office under a desk at the corner of the room where an old computer was kept. All the time I thought of what I was going to do with the money. I knew I was not going to give it to the police, they weren't honest people. I had better keep it, police were dishonest people, apart from taking the money from me, and they could even kill me and claim I was part of the robbery.
I later heard that the money was stolen from a politician who was campaigning for a position at the upcoming election. I heard the money was between five million and six but what I had in the bag in my office was one million, it was stashed in fifty thousand bundles each made up of five hundred denominations. That was the first time in my first twenty-five years, I ever came in touch with such kind of money, I wondered what I was going to do with the whole of the money. The more I thought of it the more I was scared of the whole thing. I knew I wasn't going to be caught but all the same I was scared.
I knew it wasn't safe leaving that kind of money in the office but the risk of taking it to the bank was more. after a week, I started depositing the money into my different bank accounts, and later traveled to visit Ann, I her about the money and though we were very scared but we decided I took the best decision and planned on the best way to invest the rest of the money.
If you have a good dream and you work towards achieving your that dream, by setting concrete goals, then you will succeed. I was very hard working, and creative young man, but that wasn't the only thing that brought about my success, you can say I was lucky, or you may prefer to call it favor, if you are a Christian! Well, in this situation I am about to narrate, I know some persons may say, I wasn't honest, but I don't think so, I think what I did was smart because if I didn't, someone else would have.
It was one of those weekends, precisely a Friday night and we expected customers overnight, so most Fridays I slept at the cafe. I still stayed over at the cafe most Saturdays till Sunday, to take care of my personal work on the Internet. I was trying to connect with people across the globe to assist with my books and other ideas, in getting them out, and was also trying a little FOREX business. Foreign exchange business was another cool way of making money here.
This night, I had stayed back like so many other nights. But there were no clients, because it was a Sunday, so I was alone in the entire large building. My small office is behind building and from my office you can see the road behind leading into the street. It was a minor road that passing through a residential area, it also leads to the port area. Industrial drainage passes from behind the building down to the collecting channel at the end of road. A manila tree shades the back of the building such that you can hardly see inside. At the back also was the large soak-away pit for the entire building and the next one.
At around one that night, I heard running footfalls and looked outside only to see three men running down the road. I need not be told before I knew they were thieves on the run. Just then I heard a police-patrol car approaching and I saw that the three men ran even faster. Suddenly, there was a gunshot. I pulled the blind to watch.
I suddenly couldn't see the street any longer it was dark there. I guess the thieves must have gone down the street. Suddenly, I heard a panting, that sounded very close, and I thought maybe it was within our building, I became afraid. Just then I saw another person running down directly to the back of the building where I was. He was carrying a bag and it looked heavy the way he carried it, he couldn't run properly. He dropped the bag into the drainage and continued running as I saw some policemen coming on foot with their AK47 guns. They did not see him drop the bag because he was far ahead of them. I can't exactly say now why the thief failed, but I think luck was not on him or he was rather foolish. And perhaps he had been a thief for long and ran out of his luck. I guess like the saying "every day for the thief, one day for the owner" Because I felt the thief should have hidden behind the building but he ran in the open. I heard a gunshot after him from the police's gun and I heard a load groan of pain which was followed by another shot and this time a slow groan of death.
I knew what he dropped in the drainage would be money and it would be plenty money. A bank was at the other end of the street and perhaps that was where was robbed. If what was dropped there was money, I had to get it. The cops were too corrupt, if they got the money they wouldn't hand it over to the owner nor the authority, if at all they did mention the money, it would only be a part of it and not the whole thing.
I took a risk that night. When I noticed that the street was deserted after the police shootings, I switched the light to the back of the building off; it was controlled from the cyber cafe. I went over to the window and checked again to be sure that the policemen had not returned. I went to the front of the building and checked but the street was deserted. If I had to go to the back of the building, I had to come out at the front first. Just in case I meet any police I decided to go with my Id-card, although with the situation at hand then, it wouldn't have meant anything if they caught me, they would pretend I was part of the robbers even if they were convinced that I wasn't.
I went out of the building, holding a small torchlight and keeping to the side of the wall, I didn't meet anyone as I went. I kept to the side of the building all through from the pavement down, till I got to the back of the building. I walked very fast, my heart panted as I held my heart in my hand. What if I was caught while carrying the bag I thought of what my fate would be. I just prayed for luck. I soon got to the back of my office window, I didn't want to use the torch light, but even without it I saw the bag where it was dumped. I looked around to be sure nobody was looking I opened a zip and saw it was actually money, mint notes. I carried the bag without hesitating and started walking back to the building, making sure I kept to the side of the building. I did everything in less than five minutes and I was back in the café. I locked the door and heaved a relief. But I was very scared, what if the cops came back. What if they later discover that the person shot dropped bag there? They may even think I was part of the robbery.
They didn't come, I was lucky. The news wasn't aired on local radio, TV or any newspaper. But people that lived around the place talked about the shots the following morning, a police surveillance team surveyed the area the next morning. I kept the money in my small office under a desk at the corner of the room where an old computer was kept. All the time I thought of what I was going to do with the money. I knew I was not going to give it to the police, they weren't honest people. I had better keep it, police were dishonest people, apart from taking the money from me, and they could even kill me and claim I was part of the robbery.
I later heard that the money was stolen from a politician who was campaigning for a position at the upcoming election. I heard the money was between five million and six but what I had in the bag in my office was one million, it was stashed in fifty thousand bundles each made up of five hundred denominations. That was the first time in my first twenty-five years, I ever came in touch with such kind of money, I wondered what I was going to do with the whole of the money. The more I thought of it the more I was scared of the whole thing. I knew I wasn't going to be caught but all the same I was scared.
I knew it wasn't safe leaving that kind of money in the office but the risk of taking it to the bank was more. after a week, I started depositing the money into my different bank accounts, and later traveled to visit Ann, I her about the money and though we were very scared but we decided I took the best decision and planned on the best way to invest the rest of the money.
Well, that was the beginning of a new life for me. I later went for my national service, and during the period, I started my own business center.
I rented the upper part of a building, a flat for my business. The business we divided into assorted drinks, computer games and outdoor snooker, table tennis, and pool.
With time, the business grew, and I made more money. In less than a year I bought my first car, an Audi. But let me quickly say here that the business didn't last. For every monies made through illegitimate means, always go wrong, no matter what you invest it into.
I rented the upper part of a building, a flat for my business. The business we divided into assorted drinks, computer games and outdoor snooker, table tennis, and pool.
With time, the business grew, and I made more money. In less than a year I bought my first car, an Audi. But let me quickly say here that the business didn't last. For every monies made through illegitimate means, always go wrong, no matter what you invest it into.
After the first year we were robbed, most of my gadgets and business facilities were stolen, though I had made some money, but to lose what I lost in a day was unbearable, I sold the business, and later got the auditor job in the company I work. No one ever knew that part of my story, it was all between Ann and me.
Sorry I didn't complete the Jamie story! You know I left her, when I went for my national service, I later heard she married her boyfriend.
Sorry I didn't complete the Jamie story! You know I left her, when I went for my national service, I later heard she married her boyfriend.
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