‎Something happened last night that shocked me, and I bet something like this must’ve happened to you too without you knowing.

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‎This is a real story, so I won’t be using their real names.

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‎Around June this year, while coming back from work, I met two guys, Abraham and Judas.

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‎I was about to enter one street when they both hailed me from afar, so I stopped to interact with them.

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‎I rolled down the window, they came closer, greeted me, and we had a brief conversation.

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‎I’ve known Abraham and Judas for more than a decade.

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‎We played street football together years ago, so these weren’t strangers to me.

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‎When we were done exchanging greetings and all of that, just before I drove off, they asked me to “show them love.”

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‎I tried telling them, “Next time,” but they kept insisting that I should just do something for them that night.

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‎They reminded me that every time we ran into each other, I always told them “next time,” and how difficult it was for them to see me using that particular route home.

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‎And this wasn’t even the first time we had met randomly.

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‎Sometimes, I would see only Abraham. Other times, I would see only Judas. And each time, I would tell them I’d send them something the next time we met.

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‎So that day, I decided to just do something for both of them. Plus, I was in a very good mood.

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‎I asked for their account number.

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‎Before I could even finish pronouncing the words “account number,” Judas quickly started calling out his own.

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‎My plan was to send the money separately, but Abraham suggested that since Judas was already calling his account number, I should just send it there since they’re friends and live close to each other.

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‎Abraham added that he uses a button phone, while Judas uses an Android phone, so I should send it to Judas and they would share it.

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‎I tried sending the money right there, but the network was bad. They could also see it from my phone how network wasn’t allowing the transfer.

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‎I tried multiple times, but it didn’t still go through.

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‎I told them, “You know what? I’ll save the account number. Tomorrow, I’ll send it, when you guys see it, share it 50/50.”

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‎Those were my exact words.

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‎Also, I didn’t mention the amount.

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‎The next day came and passed, and I completely forgot about it.

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‎Three days later, I was trying to write a story on my phone’s notepad when I saw the account number.

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‎Then I remembered.

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‎I copied the account number into my OPay app. What I initially wanted to send was 20,000, so they could take 10,000 each.

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‎But then I thought, “These guys must have been refreshing their account all these days to check if I had sent the money.”

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‎So I decided to increase it to 50,000.

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‎I sent 50,000 to Judas’ UBA account.

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‎June, July and August passed, and I never saw either of them, because I hadn’t used that route for a while.

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‎Until yesterday, while I was driving back from an event, I saw Abraham.

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‎We were approaching each other, and when we got really close, I noticed he was holding a machete and carrying a sack bag.

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‎I asked where he was coming from, and he told me he had gone to clear grass at a building site for someone who wanted to resume construction.

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‎Then he proceeded to thank me for the money, saying that if they had my number, they would have called to show their appreciation.

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‎He told me Judas gave him 5,000.

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‎According to him, Judas said I sent 10,000.

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‎I was shocked and was like, “You don’t mean it?”

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‎I told him I sent 50,000.

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‎He was shocked too, but he doubted me.

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‎I insisted that it was 50,000 I sent to Judas, while reminding him the money was to be shared equally between them.

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‎Abraham kept doubting me, until I opened my Opay app, went through my transaction history, found the transfer and showed it to him.

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‎He collected my phone, looked at the transaction and couldn’t believe his eyes.

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‎He confirmed that I actually sent 50,000 to Judas.

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‎He apologized for not believing me, saying it was because of the trust he had in Judas, his childhood friend, and the fact that I kept telling them “next time,” which made him think I was playing a joke on him.

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‎But before Abraham left my presence last night, he kept repeating these words:

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‎“So Judas get mind do me this kind thing? You see Judas? I go kill am this night, I swear down.”

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‎At some point, he started crying, overwhelmed by pain, anger, and a desire for quick revenge.

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‎Then he ran off.

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‎I sat inside watching him disappear from the side mirror, and I honestly didn’t know what he was going to do with the fact that he had a machete in his hand at the point of the revelation.

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‎Tried calling back to calm down, but he was long gone.

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‎Trust me, the picture below is exactly what Judas would have seen if Abraham had met him last night.

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‎©️ Mitchell Orjiude