Chapter 4: Mr. Jack and Angelina
The socerer has already known in himself that, before seven days Stella would have gave up the ghost, that was why he wanted to duped her.
"Please give me your account number, so I can transfer the money," Stella requested.
The socerer provided his account details, and Stella left.
The following day, the socerer received the payment. Stella called to confirm, and he began planning how to spend the money.
He decided to withdraw the entire amount, and planned to indulge in a night of fun at the club.
The socerer went to club and drank, eat and enjoyed himself.
He waisted almost all the money in the club. He also bought drinks for people in the club.
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Seven days after, Stella came to visit him and ask him about the sacrifice he promised to prepare for her.
However, the Socerer regretfully informed her that he had been robbed of the money he had planned to use for the sacrifice. He lied.
"You must be joking!" Stella exclaimed, her anger rising.
"You have three days to prepare the sacrifice, or you will regret it!" With that, she stormed out of the house.
A few minutes later, Stella returned with two police officers, pointing at the socerer.
The officers aimed their guns and fired, causing the Socerer to collapse to the ground, lifeless.
Abruptly, the Socerer woke up in his bed, drenched in sweat.
"Oh my goodness, it was just a dream!" he gasped.
"I reject this fate! It will never be my reality. The girl who sought my help and was supposed to die before the seven days has now come to attack me in my dreams. I am certain she has already passed away."
Reflecting on his dream, the socerer mused, "If only I had not gone to the nightclub and had instead used the money for something meaningful, like buying blocks and cement for the foundation of my land.
"No matter, the gods will bring another person like Stella into my life." With that thought, he drifted back to sleep.
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One day, while driving home, Mr. Jack's car suddenly stalled in the middle of the road.
Despite several attempts to restart the car, it remained unresponsive.
He stepped out and sought the help of a passerby to push the car to a safe spot.
After parking, he called his mechanic, requesting him to repair the vehicle and drive it back home upon completion.
In the meantime, he flagged down a passing motorcycle, negotiated a fare, and hopped on.
During the ride, Mr. Jack noticed a young girl who had tripped and fallen while selling peppers.
Concerned, he asked the motorcycle driver to stop.
After paying the driver, he crossed the road to check on the girl.
Upon reaching her, he encountered a small crowd gathered around the girl, who was in tears.
Mr. Jack approached her sympathetically and inquired, "Sorry, how did this happen?"
Through her sobs, the girl explained, "A customer called me from the other side of the road, so I rushed to sell to her. Unfortunately, I didn't notice a big stone in front of me, and I hit my leg on it and fell down."
Mr. Jack empathized with her and asked about the value of her ruined goods, "Oh no! How much did you lose from the spill?"
"Ten thousand five hundred Naira, sir," the girl replied.
Mr. Jack regretfully admitted, "sorry, I don't have much with me. I only have seventeen hundred Naira, and I need two hundred for my transport from it."
He reached into his pocket, pulled out five hundred Naira, then he kindly offered her the #500 he had and inquired about her bank account.
Overwhelmed with gratitude, the girl mentioned she used Opay. Mr. Jack asked for her account number to send the remaining amount.
In her mind, the girl expressed her gratitude to God, "Thank you! I have been crying for the past 30 minutes, and no one has even asked about the cost of the spilled peppers until you sent me this helper. I am so grateful!"
"Check your phone; I've sent the remaining amount," Mr. Jack said with a smile.
As she checked her phone, her eyes widened with surprise and joy.
Her balance now showed ₦9000, as she had only ₦500 before.
"Thank you so much, sir! I'm so grateful!" she exclaimed.
"You're welcome. I'll leave now, but I'll call you later. Is your Opay account number the same as your phone number?" Mr. Jack inquired.
"Yes, sir," she replied.
"Alright, I'll be in touch. Goodbye, he said.
"Bye, sir, and thank you once again!" the girl called after him, her heart filled with gratitude.
Two days later, Mr. Jack called Angelina, and she picked up her phone.
"Hello, it's me, the man who gave you ₦1500 when you accidentally spilled your peppers.
"Thank you so much for the money you sent me that day," Angelina said.
"You're welcome. How are you doing today?" Mr. Jack asked.
"I'm fine, sir."
"What's your name."
"Angelina," she answered.
"Good. I would like to meet you today so we can have a conversation together," he suggested.
"Yes, sir," she agreed.
"Let me send you some money for transport so you can come to my house," Mr. Jack offered.
"Don't worry, sir; I'll use my own money for transport," Angelina insisted.
"No, let me take care of it. You'll receive an alert soon," he said.
"Okay, sir. Where do you live?" Angelina asked.
"I live at 36 Fagbemi Street in Amukoko," Mr. Jack replied.
"Alright, sir. When should I come?"
"Come at 6 PM."
They ended the call, and Angelina soon received a notification for a ₦2000 transaction in her Opay account.
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