EP 1 - ONE MAN'S MISTAKE, ANOTHER MAN'S LUCK .

On a fateful rise to evening, in a room dimly lit. Dirt stained yellow walls lined up in a square shape on all sides.

Chrysantus and Nonso, two best friends are pouncing on a cold garri, embellished with just a small size of kuli kuli, little sugar, seated on their bed now threadbare, sinking at the centre. A half bag of cold pure water lie against a wall. Their spoons clank against the steel dish, making jarring noises.

“Guy, Garri na life saver o” Chrysantus breaks in, taking a time out from consistent slurping.

“So na why you land two spoons inside your mouth in three seconds abi? I never even chop reach 5.” Nonso discloses, almost yelling.

“Na me say make you de drink garri like salad? Where you think say you de?” Chrysantus split his sides in laughter, lunging his big spoon for a last swoop into the bowl. He throws into his mouth immediately.

“You be greedy fool, na why you still broke.” Nonso says, scraping the remnants, hissing.

Chrysantus keeps laughing, stands up and stretches, visibly delighted at teasing him.

“Pot calling kettle black. Dem talk say anybody wey de scrape plate the way you de do now no fit make am for this life.” Chrysantus teases, in between laughter.

“God go punish you, you de mad.” Nonso retorts, finally getting up.

He continues jeering at Nonso, just the same time his phone buzzes and he opens to see a notification - the shock of his life, “Jesusssssss!” His mouth rolls in an unblinking ‘O’.

“Wetin be that?” Nonso looks at him.

“Guy, you no go believe wetin I just see. Make person pour me water.”

Nonso can’t take in the suspense, he stands to go check his phone. He sees an alert of 15 million on Chrysantus's phone. “Guy, what… the… fuck?!”

Chrysantus begins singing “The Lord has done it finally, finally, finally. The Lord has done it finally…”

“Guy, who you kidnap or better still which person glory you use?” Nonso asks, arms folded, his eyes struggling to be fixed at the ecstatic dancing Chrysantus.

“Guy, I no sabi wetin you de talk about. Last I checked, nobody I sabi fit dash me that kind money”.

“And you no get job”. Nonso added.

“And God forbid I no fit do ritual.”

“So wait… it means, you are a recipient of a wrong transfer?” Nonso ponders.

“Na the person wahala be that. Because this money is not returning to anybody.” Chrysantus can’t stop dancing.

“But wait guy, even though this seems surreal and temptingly exciting, no be your money and you can be traced.”

Chrysantus chuckles “Na you sabi that one. I de my de, alert enter my phone, wetin be my fault? Bro, na God put am. Shebi you de laugh me when I de pray yesterday and only today, you call me broke. Now check am now, who broke now?” He laughs aloud, jumping about, taking off his shirt,  running out of dance steps to express his happiness.

Nonso doesn’t know when he begins to smile. This could be answered prayers, he thought. “Okay, see wetin we go do. You gats transfer the money out of your bank now before dem freeze am.”

“Na now you de talk. I go transfer am to you.”

“No. Dem fit still track am, we go bury the cash. But what if the person call...”

Just then  Chrysantus’s phone trills and he picks up “Hello, who be this?”

“Hello, good evening. Please it seems I mistakenly sent a huge sum of money by mistake to your account.” The voice admits in low tone, almost begging.

“Ehyaa. You sef why you go make that kain mistake na? Anyways, how dem de talk am. Wetin go be your own, go de with you, e no go leave you. Omo, e be like say this one no be your own o”. Chrysantus and Nonso hoots in laughter.

“See, young man, I am not joking here. That money isn’t a pure money. If you keep holding onto that money, I can’t guarantee what might happen to you.”

Chrysantus mimics, jeering and vocalising. “Next time you go de careful. See the kind money wey you wan make I send back to you. Shea I de mad? You no even beg me say make I consider you, dash you something, you de change am for me.”

“Don’t say I never warned you. See you tonight. Make sure you don’t  sleep.” The man disconnects.

“See this one o. I go oversleep sef. Nonso, make we go withdraw like 1 million splurge first. I wan chop, drink and sleep for like two days.”

Nonso is pensive, his index resting over his lips. “Guy, aren’t you suspicious? I mean, you said it. This guy didn’t beg or show humility. He threatened you. Guy, what if this thing na trap?”

“Why you de sound like poor man? Poor people like you, una go just de fear anyhow. Bro, we are now rich, start getting used to it. Comot body, make we go chop life. Ah, I go show Angela pepper today.” Chrysantus puts his shirt back on, ready to go out.

TBC... (What happens to Chrysantus later at night)