FICTION STORY

I was in my year 2, at the university. on this fateful day, it was a bright and sunny Sunday afternoon.

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I had just returned from Sunday service and I lay on my bed to take a quick nap. just then I got an alert, I got up and got back into my Sunday shirt and trousers shoot my feet into my slides and headed for the bank.

I withdrew a thousand naira from the automated teller machine ( ATM) at the bank after which I remembered I needed to get a box of matches.

I headed for the nearest market to get one.
I got to the store and asked for a box of matches, the owner of the store gave it to me, and I gave her a crispy one thousand naira note.

She collected it looked at me sceptically and then at my naira note, I reciprocated with a grim look.

She took the note and showed it to the sun as though, it was to bear witness.

She called on her neighbour "Iya Risika come and help me check this money"

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Iya Risika came as fast as she could.
She snatched the money, crumpled it in her palm and threw it to the floor as though she was summoning an oracle.
"it's fake!!!' she exclaimed!!!

An angry mob began to form around me as I began to receive blows and slaps from left right and centre, no part of my body was left out.

A bright and sunny day suddenly turned dark and gloomy.

I do not know if it was the strikes to my head that dimmed my vision or it was the sadness in my heart.

They tore my clothes as I continued to receive blows.
My life was transformed right before my eyes.

To be continued...