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A Story That Ends With: Had I known, I wouldn’t have believed him
|A Story That Ends With: Had I known, I wouldn’t have believed him by prosper: 2:04 pm On May 15, 2018|
Write a story which ends with the words: “Had I known, I wouldn’t have believed him.”
Had I Known, I Wouldn’t Have Believed Him”
It was incredible ye it happened to me in broad daylight. I have heard, I’ve seen but never believed it can happen to me.
As a young school lever, I’m proud to say that I’m exposed to a certain level worthy of pride among my mates. I also live in the heart of Mushin in Lagos. It is a known fact that I am no longer a novice who could be taken for a ride because I see my self as an enlightened fellow.
It was on a fateful Saturday. The morning came early as useful, the sun was out as early as 10:O’clock. The hustle and bustle of Lagos was at its peak. Shop owners beckoning on potential buyers, hawkers already on the streets. I was on my way to see one of my friends when the unexpected happened. A Young man in his teens approached me. He looked troubled and ruffled. I listened to his story. He was from one of our neighbouring countries and he lost the address of his destination but he remembered the area. He stated that many Lagosians had turned down his pleases for help.
I wanted to break the jinx that Lagosians don’t help. I have heard the area he mentioned, and I thought by the time we go from the first house to last house, we would locate the house. After t here hours of searching, I gave up the chances of getting the address.
“My friend I have some dollars with me that is what is bothering me” He retorted. I developed instant interest in him. I wanted to shield him from the con men of Lagos who will take advantage of his predicament. He suggested a hotel along the airport road where he can lodge for the night.
At the Lord’s Hotel, he collected a key to one room and I followed him upstairs. He sat on the bed, opened his briefcase and behold thousands of dollars were well arranged in rows. He told me that somebody taught him the act of making dollars. He told me that he only needed one chemical and I would become a millionaire. I went home, took my few belongings, my father’s colour television for auction to raise the ten thousand Naira (N10,000) meant for the purchase of the all-important chemical. Alas! I got a buyer, collected the money and off I went to my friend. He collected the money and told me to come back the next day.
I came as early as 8. O’clock the next day, the hotel room was opened, nobody was able to say anything about my friend’s whereabouts and my N10,000 was gone. Had I known, I wouldn’t have believed him.Tags: ESSAY
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