Till today, I still don’t know who took the money.
The watch seller?
The man beside me?
Or the boy who “helped” me check my bag?
Lagos doesn’t give answers.
Only lessons.
I called my uncle.
My hand was shaking.
He didn’t shout.
He didn’t even ask questions.
He just said:
“Come back home.”
That silence hurt more than anger.
I went back to Ojuelegba police post.
But the officer just looked at me and said:
“Why do you carry cash and enter public transport like that?”
That was all. No help. No hope.
I jumped down from the bus immediately.
Started shouting.
People looked at me like I was mad.
But Lagos didn’t stop for me.
Traffic still moved.
Life still moved.
Even my pain didn’t matter.
At the next stop, a guy entered the bus selling wristwatches.
“Original Rolex! Cheap price!”
Everyone ignored him.
But he refused to leave me alone.
“Guy, you look like a person wey need style.”
I laughed.
That laugh cost me everything.
On my way to Yaba, I entered a bus at Ojuelegba.
That’s where everything started changing.
A man beside me kept staring at me.
Too much eye contact.
I shifted my seat a little.
But I didn’t know I was already targeted.
It started like a normal day.
My uncle called me early morning.
Abefe, I need you to help me take this money to my supplier in Yaba.
Don’t stop anywhere.
I said yes immediately.
I didn’t even think twice.
That was my first mistake.