Shit, that was the first thot as the epiphany hit me square like an angry man’s fist to my un expecting jaw.
This was a chance of a life time and I was watching it slip thru my fingers, like tiny runner beans in a race against time. I know, I almost dint make sense just like the situation I’m currently sprawled out on.
I’m not exactly a saint but yet still, I am not accustomed to the ways of the wicked either. Giving me an option of being at opposite sides of the fence with the people I love on one side and a means to wealth, like a posh ferrari key in my soft palm on the other.
My thoughts and conscience are running helter skelter like those displaced by the earthquake in haiti. I have heard of temptations and the clause about us being above it in the long run, but I can’t trust myself with the rigours of such a life changing endeavour.
Sam and I go way back like branches right back to their roots, times past made times present tick a little further from tock.
As we progressed through life, past its formative stages, Sam’s air of serenity and my charming personality that lingers after me like the nozzle of a daring cop’s gun strapped to his shoulders held high, were like magnets for robots only in this case people, and those who mattered.
When you experience true friendship unlike the titanic, you make a conscious effort not to jinx it by putting it on a collision course with romantic feelings; so I chose to ignore the soft spot I had for her, as a minute medical condition I would live for the rest of my life.
On one of our numerous friday nights spent unwinding from the hassles of working and living in the centre of excellence, at the bar at Rehab! A lounge that was fast becoming a second home for us; we met the Mr. Mike Pierce, the calabari oil magnate with Oil blocks and oil servicing companies spanned across the oil producing states and sectors of the economy.
It wasn’t a herculean task being drawn to her amiable persona, and even before the night grew old in the vacuum of the club house, we were sharing a table & popping pink champagnes to meet the high pedestal he placed her on.
Ideas were brought to the table, stacked so high on certainty with facts that even his feeble mind, almost numbed by the alcohol thought it right to act on.
A month of chit chats, Rehab and business luncheons had all it took to cement the foundations of trust that time built. A detailed proposal was drafted and everything was underway and in motion, only that his chief accountant found a way to make a fortune off this venture and I was to be his key player.
In a carefully planned scheme, I was to disappear with $600,000 with no paper trail, with the accountants help. Sam was to be left out of the loop, since she was the object of Mr. Pierce’s eye and hence his foolhardy spendthrift nature brought to light.
My family and close friends were to have no knowledge of my whereabouts after the deed had been done. I was to relocate to a villa in the cayman islands, already paid for, a hedge fund management firm, with a clientele list of a few of the renowned names in the Nigerian political scene and those behind it.
All that was left now was coming to terms with letting down Sam’s trust in me, scarring her for life as long as true friendship is concerned; but as for the Job offer, it was a done deal, signed & sealed in my hustler’s mind.
October 25th, a date with destiny, the day I washed my hands clean of my past and present with those I love. I was up & away, like a puff of smoke from an extinguished fire place.
Now its Switzerland and their strict financial anonymity laws, that I’ve come to love. Life is spent lavishly on the beaches thr, but it aint complete.
I tried to put my mom on a monthly stipend through a fictitious account I opened in her name, but all to no avail. The Efcc had been put on high alert & my close ties and friends under their microscopic stare.
Life with Monique and its many lessons, have opened my eyes to the fact that I love Sam. The void I created by leaving and letting her down is still yet to be filled, but the $1millon I’ve grossed in d last 7months is doing a good job at sealing that hole.
Just wen I thot all was bearable with the choices I made, my sweet mum fell terminally ill. Money was all that was needed, & I had loads of it with no way of getting it across.
A few months later, and many more failed attempts mama passed away. I hate myself everyday for this, but it didn’t still seem right to be behind bars and loose her too, cos definitely my accounts would be frozen, with a powerful calabari man hunting for my head.
I’m dead to my Dad and siblings, despite my fairly regular calls to then with a private number. Rumor has it I facilitated her death, like a bank with a loan.
Life is a school, each day a new lesson and I, a teacher at least through my life’s defining disappearing act.