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    A short Adventure
    Mazi Omenuko
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    Episode 1

    I walked into the inner chambers of the
    ATM hall to make a withdrawal; low and
    behold, an ATM card was in the mouth
    of the machine. Was that the mouth? I
    guess not! The mouth should be where it
    vomits the cash. So I can call it the eye,
    or ear….or….okk, not that! you know
    what I mean shaa…a card was in the
    card-entrance of the machine. The
    machine was blinking and sounding a
    light warning note, like a notification for
    the card waiting for collection. It wasn’t
    hard to decode what had happened. The
    last person to use the machine must
    have collected his cash and zoomed off
    without collecting his card.
    I looked left and right, the other two
    machines were occupied. No one seem to
    notice what was going on. There was no
    queue, the fourth machine opposite mine
    was still empty. I pushed the card back
    in slightly. For the next 9 seconds or so,
    my mind was wondering what will be
    next. The machine welcomed me…or
    welcomed the owner of the card with
    name displayed on the screen;
    prompting me for a password.
    Passwords!
    I calmly punched in the numbers…
    1:2:3:4 and pressed enter key.
    Wrong Password!
    Well, what was I thinking! Which dunce
    in this information age will use such a
    weak password. Would have been
    surprised if it worked.
    “Do you need more time for your
    transaction?”
    The ATM machine was prompting me to
    proceed or get-the-fvck out of its
    presence. I pressed the no button and it
    ejected the card. The other two guys
    making withdrawal from the other
    machines left. The hall was empty, just
    me and 4 ATM machines. I decided to
    get adventurous.
    I looked at the ATM card in my hand.
    The name of the owner was written fully.
    I brought out my phone and searched
    facebook for the name. 2min later, I got
    the owners full profile and date of birth.
    This was gonna be fun!
    Born in 2nd february, 1979, there were
    only 2 possible password combinations
    and after that, no more!
    2:2:7:9
    1:9:7:9
    For some unknown reason, I tried the
    second one first…it worked!
    I was staring at the control panel of the
    account…Balance, Withdrawal, Inquiry,
    Transfer, Statement….
    I heard the footstep behind me and my
    heart nearly jumped out of my mouth. I
    turned around just in time to see a man
    walk into the hall. He looked at me with
    a cold eyes, like he was about to jump at
    me. I felt a hard notch down my throat,
    like a fist trying to suffocate me. The
    man was approaching me calmly like he
    knew I had no place to run to; like a cat
    backed on the walls! I prayed the earth
    would open and swallow me! I was
    almost having a heart-attack; or a
    stroke whichever one kills faster. I
    opened my mouth to speak but nothing
    came out. I swallowed hard and felt my
    throat ache like I hard burning coal in
    my throat.
    Then, all of a sudden, the man walked
    past me to the nearby ATM machine. He
    stared at me one last time like he knew I
    wasn’t all right; then he faced his
    machine and started his transaction.
    “Do you need more time for your
    transaction?”
    The ATM was asking me once more.
    Then I got confused! What was I doing?
    Adventure at first, but now this was
    crime! Pure crime! There should be a
    boundary between adventures and crime:
    I think I just overstepped the boundary. I
    wondered what would have happened if
    that man was the original owner of the
    card?! Well, the name on the card and
    the facebook profile was that of a lady.
    Could still have been the owner! A lady
    will raise hell if she happened on
    someone trying to rob her. A guy might
    be understanding but a lady will sure
    raise hell.
    “Please take your card”!
    The machine was tired of my bullshit. It
    vomited the card and continued its light
    warning note for me to collect the card. I
    contemplated on leaving the card there:
    just the way it was when I met it. On a
    second thought, another person may
    stumble on it and wreck more havoc. I
    decided to hand it over to the bank
    security still on duty. One last thought
    occurred to me as I was walking towards
    the security post: I checked the owner’s
    facebook profile again and her number
    was there.
    Well, if I was going to be a good
    samaritan, I better get some
    acknowledgment and a vote of thanks.
    I dialed the number and she picked on
    the second ring.
    ‘Hello?’
    It was a rich voice with no accent.
    ‘Hello…’ I replied and informed her she
    had forgotten her card in the ATM
    machine at the bank premises.
    ‘Really?’ She asked nonchalantly.
    ‘Yes ma’ I replied.
    There was silence on the other line…
    ‘Hello?’ I wanted to make sure she heard
    me alright.
    ‘Yes, I’m still here.’ She said.
    She informed me she was on a car to an
    urgent function and can’t turn around
    immediately.
    ‘I will call you later in the evening for it.’
    She concluded.
    I walked back to the atm machine. I still
    needed to make some withdrawals. I
    inserted my card and completed my
    transaction. Then, out of inquisitiveness,
    I decided to check her account balance.
    It wasn’t like she will be notified that
    someone checked her account balance:
    it was only during withdrawals that such
    notification is sent.
    I inserted the card, punched the
    numbers, selected balance inquiry and
    then…
    I needed to get closer to the machine to
    get a clearer picture: it was 8 digits in
    the savings account, another 8 digits in
    the current account.
    Cool, solid cash in millions! So many
    thoughts rushed through my mind. I had
    to remind myself the difference between
    crime and adventure and to stay on the
    other side of the line. Moreover, I had
    made the call with my phone line.
    “Do you need more time for your
    transaction?”
    D--n this ATM machine! I was sure it
    had some evil spirits inside it. Who
    knows if it actually caused that innocent
    woman to forget her card.
    ‘Please take your card’
    ‘Fool…’ I cursed it before walking out of
    the bank.

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    Episode 2

    I spent the better part of the day
    contemplating on the choice I just made.
    My carnal mind was at war with my
    moral mind. I love adventures, but not
    so keen on crime. I have a natural
    phobia for crime; especially when it
    involves robbing innocent people. But
    millions of naira? What more could be
    adventurous?
    It was a long boring day. I had traveled
    down to Ph enroute home to attend a
    wedding and spend some time with my
    friends at the city. My friend was still at
    work: his holiday was just the 25th and
    26th. I was lucky with 2 weeks break
    from work. Ph hasn’t been all that fun
    since I arrived. I was already running
    short of cash from endless hanging out
    due to boredom. I could really make do
    with some money but I wasn’t going to
    steal some.
    Since I got nothing much to do, I decided
    to probe more into the lady who owned
    the card. With such millions lodged into
    an account, she must be wealthy.
    I did a little background check and it
    was obvious she was active in the social
    media. Her facebook wall was updated
    regularly with recent events. I browsed
    her profile fully: she was the ceo of a
    beauty spa at Abuja: she lives in Abuja
    and had two salons at different areas in
    the town.
    I kept searching: from her recent
    updates, she was in ph for an event: a
    wedding ceremony. She was a mother of
    two; no info about her marriage history
    or her husband. Just some random pix
    of she and different men. She had two
    facebook pages, all devoted to beauty
    tips; make-ups, wears, trending fashion
    tips, pictures of she and a lot of
    celebrities, mostly from the movie
    industry. She also had some others I
    suspect to be politicians. She had pix of
    her trips out of the country: there was
    Dubai, London, Paris, Doha, South Africa
    and the Seychelles. Then there was a
    third facebook page which was for a
    closed user-group. Didn’t know what the
    content were as I couldn’t access it.
    I kept searching:
    She was on Instagram so I took the
    liberty of digging further. Her walls were
    filled with nice pix of her and her
    daughters. She had pix with celebrities.
    It was obvious she was the fun-loving
    type, rich and gorgeous.
    When I was bored of checking up on her,
    I decided to head to my friend’s place.
    He wasn’t back from work yet so I
    watched some movies with the laptop.
    By 6pm, she hadn’t called yet. When it
    got to 7pm and I didn’t get a call, I
    decided to give her a call. When she
    picked, it was obvious she was at a
    noisy place.
    “Who am I speaking with?” She inquired
    as she picked the call.
    “The guy with your atm card.” I said
    confidently believing I would pique her
    interest.
    “Oh, you again!” She proclaimed like I
    was bordering her life. I swallowed hard
    and allowed her to continue.
    “I’m in a function and I can’t speak right
    now, I will inform you of what to do.” She
    said categorically and cut the call.
    I stared blankly at my phone for some
    minutes and could hardly make out
    sense in the situation.
    Just then, my friend returned from work
    and I told him all that happened. As
    usual, he didn’t have any useful advise
    to give.
    “Just do what you feel is right.” He
    answered casually.
    What I felt was right? Should have flung
    the d--n card away!
    Some minutes later, a text message
    entered my phone:
    ‘Drop the card with the receptionist at
    Hotel Presidential, tell them its for the
    occupant of Rm 19D.’
    How convenient! I thought to myself.
    Now I’m a courier guy delivering lost
    cards. What else won’t I do for her!
    Maybe I should just flush the card down
    the toilet!
    “Did I tell you I had her password?” I
    asked my friend who was busy playing
    Winning Eleven with the laptop.
    “What do you want to do? Steal from a
    poor woman?” He asked.
    “She’s not poor, she’s rich and there
    were millions in her account!” I said to
    him.
    “Do what you want to do!” He said
    again.
    I thought about it again. It was more
    annoying than I anticipated. There was
    little more that I could do at the
    moment. There was no way I would be
    going to the Presidential Hotel to deliver
    an Atm card in absentia like I was a
    delivery boy.
    “Can you imagine these guys mandated
    that I come to work on the 26th?” My
    friend asked, looking up to me. Typical of
    him, he doesn’t have any useful advise
    to give when you inform him of
    something but expects you to listen to
    his whining about work.
    “I can’t wait to leave this company!” He
    lamented again.
    That has been his watchword since he
    got this job. He’s been with the same
    company for over 3 years now, whining
    about how he hates his job but makes
    little or no effort to leave them.
    “Do what you want to do!” I replied him.
    “Fool!” He lamented and I smiled.
    The only time we have a meaningful
    conversation is when we talk about girls.
    Nothing takes his mind away from
    playing games in the laptop except the
    talk of girls and when you give him a
    listening ear to his whining about job:
    that and when he was very hungry.
    I picked my phone and replied the
    message.
    “Call me when you’re ready to get your
    card.”

    To be continued

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    dats gud she gat to show concern

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    next plz.,

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    C carelessness. Na woa for some pple.

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    Interestin

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