“I have been receiving alert notifications of fifty thousand naira every month for two years from an unknown sender.

**

Inside the office, the manager closed the door. He sat behind his desk. The teller stood by the door.

“Miss Adaeze, how long have you been receiving these transfers?”

“Two years.” She said.

“And you have no idea who the sender is?”

“That’s why I came today. To find out.”

The manager folded his hands on the desk.

“We traced the account the transfers are coming from,” he said. “It is a dormant account. It has been dormant for a very long time.”

“Dormant?” Adaeze frowned. “So who has been sending me the money?”

“That is what we cannot explain.” He said. “A dormant account cannot initiate transfers. It is not possible. The system should not allow it. But for the past two years, on the same date every month, this account has been sending fifty thousand naira to your account.”

Adaeze stared at him.

“So trace the account owner. Who does it belong to?”

The manager was quiet for a moment.

Then he opened a folder on his desk and turned it to face her.

“The account was opened in 1998.” He said. “It has been dormant since 2003. No activity for twenty-one years.”

He slid a single sheet of paper across the desk toward her.

It was an account opening form. Old paper, slightly yellowed at the edges. A passport photograph was stapled to the top right corner.

Adaeze looked at the photograph.

Then she felt the room tilt.

The face in the photograph was a man she recognised.

A man she had known her whole life.

A man who had been in the ground since she was three years old.

Her father.