Nigeria is not for the weak neither is it for the strong. Nigerians are too crazy, if you buy stuff and you wan pay but your network no good, dem go began look you like thief ๐๐.
SHORT STORY... WORTH READING
At first...
Everyone thought the landlord was wicked.
Six months later...
The entire compound discovered the real reason.
Mr. Bello owned an eight-flat compound in Abuja.
Unlike most landlords, he rarely increased rent.
Some tenants had lived there for almost seven years.
One of them was Musa.
A quiet tailor who lived with his wife and two children.
He paid his rent on time.
Never fought with anyone.
Always greeted people respectfully.
So when the landlord called only Musa into his office, nobody expected any trouble.
Ten minutes later...
Musa came out looking worried.
His wife immediately asked what happened.
He forced a smile.
"Nothing."
But the next day, the news spread.
The landlord had increased only Musa's annual rent by โฆ450,000.
Everyone was shocked.
The other tenants became angry.
"This is unfair."
"Why only him?"
Some even confronted the landlord.
His answer was strange.
"From today... nobody should lend Musa money."
"Nobody should guarantee him for anything."
"And don't ask me why."
The compound exploded with gossip.
Some people believed Musa had insulted the landlord.
Others claimed he'd damaged the property.
One woman even whispered that he had been caught stealing electricity.
Musa denied everything.
But the landlord refused to explain.
Weeks passed.
Life became difficult.
Whenever Musa needed help, people remembered the landlord's warning.
They stayed away.
Even close neighbours became distant.
His tailoring business also began struggling.
Customers complained that deliveries were late.
Some stopped coming altogether.
One afternoon, I noticed Musa sitting alone outside his shop.
He looked exhausted.
For the first time since I met him...
He was crying.
Then he said something I'll never forget.
"Sometimes... silence is more painful than punishment."
Three months later...
The landlord suddenly called all the tenants for a meeting.
Everyone expected another rent increase.
Instead...
He invited a man from the bank.
The banker placed several documents on the table.
Then smiled at Musa.
"Congratulations."
The compound became silent.
The banker explained that six months earlier, Musa had applied for a government-backed business loan to expand his tailoring workshop.
Everything had been approved.
Except one thing.
The bank discovered he had quietly guaranteed loans for four different friends over the past three years.
None of them had repaid.
As a result...
His credit record was badly damaged.
The new loan was about to be rejected.
The landlord found out because one of the bank officials happened to be his former student.
He called Musa privately.
Asked him why he kept signing as guarantor.
Musa admitted the truth.
He found it difficult to say no whenever friends begged for help.
Some disappeared after collecting the money.
Others stopped answering his calls.
The landlord knew that if neighbours continued borrowing from him, Musa would never escape the cycle.
So he deliberately became the "wicked landlord."
He increased Musa's rent on paper...
Not because he wanted extra money.
But to create an excuse that would stop everyone from asking Musa for financial help.
Then he secretly paid the difference himself into the estate account every month.
Nobody knew.
Not even Musa's wife.
The banker smiled again.
"Your debts have now been cleared."
"Your new loan has been approved."
Everyone looked at the landlord in disbelief.
One tenant asked,
"Why didn't you simply tell us the truth?"
The old man adjusted his cap and replied,
"Because if I did... Musa would still keep saying yes to everyone."
"Sometimes the kindest thing you can do for someone... is let them blame you for protecting them."
A year later...
Musa's tiny tailoring shop had grown into a thriving fashion house employing twelve apprentices.
On the day he opened his new workshop, he handed the landlord the first invitation card.
The old man smiled and said,
"I wasn't trying to save your business."
"I was trying to teach you that a good
Hello mummy
I think you need to pray for me
Everything wey you say make I no do if I reach Abuja na him I come dey do i don dey smoke igbo, I don too go love olosho.....!!!!!๐
For free town, make we link up
Pour me some liquor fxxk with the cash, while you make more.
It's all that I lived for, I gat to flex, so, I pray make I live long...
The life you keep imagining won't appear overnight, but the small decisions you make every single day will either move you closer to it or further away from it.
The life you keep imagining won't appear overnight, but the small decisions you make every single day will either move you closer to it or further away from it.