11/09/2025
đ§ How My Village People Almost Collected My First Salary (Part 1)
After one full year of job hunting, prayer points, fasting, and one late-night Zoom vigil where my pastor told me to âsow a dangerous seedâ (with money I didnât even have), I finally got a job.
It wasnât anything serious â âŠ65,000 per month â but at least I could stop calculating my life with sachet indomie and âurgent 2k.â
Two weeks later, they sent us half salary âto test the system.â No wahala.
That afternoon, I saw the alert:
âŠ32,500 CREDITED.
I nearly screamed, âGod no go shame us!â in the middle of my compound.
I dressed up, powdered my face a little, and walked to the ATM like someone whose enemies just got evicted from her destiny.
After withdrawing âŠ5,000, I stepped aside to count the money. I already planned my celebration: one cold malt and that big meat pie from the supermarket â the one that smells like wealth.
Then one old man walked up to me gently.
> âMy daughter, please⊠I need âŠ500 to go home. My son sent money, but it's not reflecting.â
Normally, I donât like giving money near ATM. But this man looked so tired⊠and for some reason, the way he spoke reminded me of my late grandfather. I just couldnât ignore him.
So I gave him âŠ1,000 â no change, no stress.
He smiled and said:
âGod bless you. Your pocket will never dry.â
I smiled back. âAmen, sir.â
He sat under a mango tree near the ATM and started sipping pure water like someone that just won a case in court.
I walked home, feeling like the kindest woman alive. I even posted on WhatsApp:
> âNo matter how small you have, try help person today. It wonât kill you.â
But when I got home and opened my banking app to check somethingâŠ
I paused.
I blinked.
I refreshed the page.
Something wasnât adding up.
To be continuedâŠ
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