“I have been receiving alert notifications of fifty thousand naira every month for two years from an unknown sender. Today I went to the bank to trace where the money was coming from. The cashier looked at my account and called her manager. The manager called the police.”
This was the story of a young woman named Adaeze.
Adaeze was twenty-four years old. A fresh graduate. She lived in a single room in Enugu while she waited for NYSC posting, surviving on the small money she made from braiding hair in the compound.
So when the first alert came, she thought it was a mistake.
Fifty thousand naira. No sender name. Just a reference number and the words — For Adaeze.
She had stared at the alert for a long time.
Then she called her mother.
“Mama, did you send me money?”
“With what?” Her mother had laughed tiredly. “If I had fifty thousand naira, would I be the one telling you?”
She called her aunties. Her cousins. Her friends.
Nobody knew anything.
She went to the bank the next morning fully prepared to return it. She was not the type to spend what wasn’t hers.
But the teller had looked at her account, looked at her, and said — “Madam, the money is clean. No flag on it. You can use it.”
So she had used it.
And the next month, another fifty thousand came.
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