When I was 7, I used to walk grandpa to his house. Once inside, he would hold my hands, gently touch my face, and then give me the grape juice every time.
Years later, I was horrified to realize that he had been….
Back Then, They Were Just Simple Visits to Grandpa-Years Later, They Became Lessons I Wasn't Ready to See Every week, I would meet him at the corner store, and we would walk the short stretch of road to his small house at the end of the block. I remember gripping his hand with pride, convinced I was escorting him safely home, unaware that it was always the other way around. To me, those walks felt important, though I couldn't have explained why.
The Unexpected Salary Alert: Who Is to Blame, the Father or the Son?
Mr. John gave his ATM card to his son and asked him to withdraw all the money in his account. Mr. John's account balance was only ₦8,000, but his son did not know that.
He instructed his son to use half of the money to buy meat and the other half to purchase school textbooks. The son jokingly asked, "Dad, can I also buy football boots and some football kits?"
Mr. John laughed and replied, "Yes, you can buy anything you want with whatever remains after purchasing the things I sent you for." Mr. John was confident because he knew his account balance was only ₦8,000.
The son then headed to the ATM. When he checked the account balance, he was surprised to see ₦158,000. Without wasting time, he withdrew the entire amount and followed his father's instructions. He spent ₦79,000 on meat, bought all his school textbooks, and used the remaining money to purchase a new pair of football boots and football kits.
When the son returned home, Mr. John was shocked to see him carrying a large quantity of meat worth nearly ₦80,000, along with new football boots and sportswear.
Confused, Mr. John quickly checked his phone and discovered what had happened. Shortly after sending his son to withdraw all the money from the account, his salary had been credited. The son had simply withdrawn everything in the account and spent the money exactly as he had been instructed.
Now, who is at fault: Mr. John or his son?
But halfway through the morning, my phone buzzed twice in my pocket.
Unknown caller.
I stepped out of the hall before answering.
A man’s voice came through immediately, tense and controlled.
“Mr. Grant… this is Daniel Mercer from Redwood Grill. You were here last week for
Nigerian authorities need to identify and prosecute those sponsoring VeryDarkMan and his associates for these baseless protests.
How can we, as a nation, allow one individual to hold the entire FCT hostage by blocking the NAF Headquarters, disrupting access to the airport, and obstructing people’s daily activities?
This is not activism; it is lawlessness.