I was alone at home that afternoon when Michelle ran
into our room in the campus with a big smile on her
face. I almost thought she had won a lottery. Out of the
excitement and despite the hunger, I asked, ‘Babe you win lottery and you don jam mugu? ’
She was still thanking God for deciding to turn her life
around after all these years of suffering and penniless
lifestyle? I was amazed as I stared at her in shock. I
have never seen Michelle in that excited mood since
we became roommates. She called me by the name we
usually addressed ourselves with.
My rommie, guess what happen on my way back from
school. I replied that I am poor guesser . Let me break
the bombshell to you babe. I am now a very rich girl.
She announced. I burst out with a loud laugh and
dismissed her excitement with a wave of the hand.
She insisted that she was not dreaming. I told her to
go straight to the point before I lose my patience. She
begin to narrate how she met this very rich Chief who
gave her a ride back home where she stood under the
scorching sun.
According to her, the Chief happens to be a
multimillionaire with businesses all over the country
and abroad. She she said the chief had invited her to
have dinner with her at a hotel somewhere in town. She
said the chief said she could bring her friend along with
her. I was becoming excited too at the thought of
making some cool cash from the mugu chief.
She pleaded with me to accompany her to see the
chief, After much persuasion, I gave in to her request
and accompanied her that night. As at 7:45pm, the
Chief’s driver was already waiting outside the campus
with the latest Range Rover Sports. We got to coded
hotel. The chief was already waiting for us. He had
also placed a reservation for us.
We had a very nice time with the chief. The man had
plenty of cash to throw around. The man was simply
swimming in money. He was also so friendly and very
generous. While going home that night, he gave us a
brand new notes totaling N200, 000 naira each. Imagine
making 200k one night. It was a jackpot. Soon I was
becoming jealous of my friend.
I was asking myself why I wasn’t th one in her position.
A week later, Chief bought a Mercedes jeep for Michelle
and actually gave her the keys to a flat in Lekki
Peninsula. Being her closest friend and roomie, she
begged me to move in with her which I quickly agreed
without much conviction.
We started living large. Chief was just so kind and
generous to us. We had everything at our beck and call.
Just like a whirlwind, we became the happening babes
on campus and within the Lekki axis.
I got so carried away that I was enjoying the money
without knowing where it was coming from. Chief even
took my friend to Paris for shopping. Deep down I was
so sad and filled with jealousy for her. She noticed I
didn’t take the news kindly to the news. But she
promised to buy me stuff from Paris.
A few days later, she left with Chief. That was the last
time I set my eyes on Michelle. Her journey was
supposed to last for two weeks but a month later, I did
not hear from her. I became scared because I was left
alone in the house. She never communicated with me
right from the first day she left the house.
I came home from school one evening and met Chief at
home, out of excitement I rushed into Michelle’s room
thinking that she has finally returned but to my utmost
astonishment, Michelle was nowhere to be found.
I rushed out immediately to ask Chief, he explained that
she will come back later that her trip was a bit
extended and immediately changed his countenance
towards me by telling me that he actually made a
mistake by going out with my friend earlier on.
He promised me heaven and earth if only I could date
him secretly without Michelle’s knowledge. I told him
that I wouldn’t be able to stab my friend behind her
back, that she has been very good to me. He asked the
driver to bring his briefcase, he brought out N500, 000,
kept it on the table and asked me to think about his
request and left.
I was tempted to give in to what Chief had said but I
kept worrying about Michelle. One night I became
curious and decide to check one of the rooms in the
flat that was always kept open. There was a wardrobe
inside the room.
Still out of curiosity, I forced the wardrobe open and I
shouted. There was my friend sitting on a stool. Her
eyes fixed in a daze with a pot on her head.
Her body seem glued to the stool. Was she dead? She
was not moving.I shout Jesus and ran out of the house.
How could chief have killed my friend in the same
house without my knowledge?
Some weeks after, Michell was reported missing. I
assisted the police to locate the house. On getting
there, the address had changed. The new occupants
said there was never a chief there and threatened the
police for embarrassing them. But I was sure of what I
saw. What had happened.
Given the position I met my friend, I am very convinced
that Chief used her for rituals. A search of the house
did not produce anything.I am still in shock.
That is why I have become a born again Christian in
memory of my friend.
I will never do runs again.
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