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Abel was my childhood friend.bet9ja.com We grew up in the same neighbourhood. He hailed from a fairly poor background. His dad was a retired civil servant & his mom had a small provision kiosk. His mom’s kiosk wasn’t far from my parents house so he would come around to ride my bicycle or play with my toys. He didn’t attend university because of a lack of funds despite being a very intelligent lad but here he was looking like a million bucks! I couldn’t believe my eyes.

ME: Abel!

ABEL: Na me man

ME: Guy!!! How far u? Where u dey since?

ABEL: Mehn, that na long story. You dey stay Lagos now?

ME: Yeah. I dey Festac here

ABEL: Cool. I dey Lekki. I dey in a hurry now, so make we hook up later, give me your number.


We exchanged numbers & went our separate ways. I couldn’t believe the same Abel who I gave my old toys & hand-me-downs, now lives in Lekki & drives around in a Range. I didn’t know if I should be happy or sad. Happy my guy was doing well or sad I wasn’t. I was deep in thought & had totally forgotten about Sola, so I was a bit startled when he spoke

SOLA: Guy how far, U no collect the babe number?

ME: No. I collect her boyfriend number instead.

We both laughed…

I was happy I met Abel. He was a good friend. Our different backgrounds didn’t affect our friendship in anyway. So I was really glad life turned out good for him. I would have been very upset if he had turned out to be a bus conductor or a newspaper vendor. I was about 15years old when I last saw Abel just before they relocated to their village after his Dad’s demise. So I was eager to meet him again. Later that day, I got a call from him asking to meet up @ Lekki Phase 1 the next day. We had a lot of catching up to do, so I went to bed in a cheerful mood.


The next morning, I was out at about 10am, boarded a BRT headed to Marina from where I took a cab to Phase 1. Abel had given me directions to his house the previous day, so it wasn’t really hard to find. Abel was born into a very poor family, who lived in a 1-bedroom apartment, so imagine my surprise when the cab finally came to a halt in front of a mansion along Admiralty Way.

ME: oga u sure say na the address be this?

CAB DRIVER: shey no be number 20 u see for the gate so, abi u blind?


This was 1 of those angry elderly Yoruba cab drivers with huge tribal marks, who seemed pissed at the entire world for no reason. I ignored him & called Abel instead, letting him know I was outside his building & a few minutes later I was let in by the gateman. I stood inside the compound, gazing around in admiration like a relative who came from the village to the city for the first time. I realised Abel didn’t just own a Range Rover Sport but several exotic cars as well. "All this for Abel?", I said to myself in wonderment.


I was ushered into a house tastefully furnished with vivid evidence of opulence. Abel welcomed me with a bottle of which we both took shots from while we discussed

ME: Guy na ur crib b dis?

ABEL: Yes O

ME: O boy! U be big boy o!
ABEL: Omo na God o!

ME: Abi? How your folks dem? How Momsi?
ABEL: Momsi don kpoof since na, like 6yrs ago.

ME: my God! Are you serious?

ABEL: Yeah. She had diabetes. So now na just Me, Noah & Sarah.

ME: That’s sad bro. Accept my condolence.
ABEL: Thanks

ME: How dem Noah sef? Sarah go don big now o

ABEL: Yeah. Dem dey school for UK now


UK? Wow! Growing up Noah was a scruffy little kid, with an ever-present line of catarrh sliding out from his nostrils, who was always eating one thing or the other from his mom’s kiosk. He was the baby of the house while Sarah, 3 years younger than Abel always behaved like an adult, pretending to cook in tins or taking care of her plastic doll. (You remember those plastic dolls that came in different colours? That you couldn’t look underneath their dresses? Long before Barbie? Yeah those ones).


Judging by their humble beginnings, I least expected them to be in school let alone in the UK but then again who says one has to be limited by his past? A wise man once said ‘Its not about where you’re coming from but where you’re headed’. I was genuinely happy for how life turned out for them.


We spoke at length, catching up on all aspects of our lives. I found out after his mom’s passing, he had to fend for himself & his siblings, so he came to Lagos hoping to learn a trade while his siblings remained in the village with an aunt. He told me all about his struggles, his eventual hustle (internet fraud) and his legitimate businesses.bit.ly I told him about my own struggles & how willing I was to do anything to make money, provided I didn’t have to rob or kill anybody. He promised to teach me all there is to know about internet fraud.