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Rich Nigerian Prince

Never give your money to a poor imprisoned Nigerian prince over email.  Gods above isn't that what they always say?  Anyone with common sense would do so.  Even I knew that.  I promise you, I knew that.

But see now, here's the thing.  I knew logically that it was a bad idea.  That it was a scam artist seeking out money.  Yet I thought, you know how it is, I thought that someone must be pretty desperate to try scamming people.  Okay yeah no, that wasn't me that was Brooke my roommate who said that.  BUT!  I still let the thought sink in.  The truth is the longer I thought about it the more guilty I felt.  I returned day after day to that email, feeling more and more guilty.  Did I think it was a Nigerian Prince?  NO.  Let me make that clear. NO!  I just felt bad for the person who needed money so badly that they resorted to scams.  It was a moral problem on my end.

So in the end... about a week after I received the email I sent some money through Western Union as requested.  Not much mind you, just enough to buy maybe a bagel and coffee.  I had plenty of it to spare and with the money sent to him as well as the dough he was racking up from rich old cat lady's I figured he would be fine.  I sent along a note claiming that was all I had.  It calmed down the voices in my head for a while, and eventually, I forgot about the email.  Brooke laughed at me for being an idiot.  It was harmless.  One small act of good deed... that's all it was.

*sigh* (And yes I write sighs in my journal, they happen!)

Journal.  I have to ask you this.  It was one random good deed in my life. Right?  So explain to me this.  Why is there a rich Nigerian prince in my kitchen?????

You won't answer, will you?  Your just a journal.  I guess I'll just do what I am supposed to do and record my life down.  Because in all honesty.  I think my life just took a hard left into crazy town.

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(That is what you are supposed to do when something changes right?)

I talked to the Nigerian prince a bit more.  It was a strange conversation, to say the least.  Here is what happened, because I swear this was insane and must be written down for pstretiy postrety p-o-s-t-e-r-i-t-y. posterity.  There we go.  That's the word. 

I went into the kitchen still shaking a little from the guest visitor.

"Umm, hi?  You said you were *gulp* a Nigerian prince?"

"Yes, I am the prince of the Bachere tribe.  I was kidnapped from war amongst my people.  It was only through escaping and getting your money that I was able to claim my identity.  My people are in your debt.  I am in your debt.  'yanci!"  

"Umm, uhh.  Yanchi?"

"'yanci.  It is Hausa for freedom."

"You speak English very well, I guess."  (Side note.  At this point, journal.  I was very overwhelmed.  I wish I could write I was more put together, but you try meeting your scam artist that's not a scam artist)

"I mostly speak English, as does my tribe.  I only left to grant you thanks.  Your money was a gift from above.  I am in your debt."  He took a sip of his coffee.

"Umm... thanks but uh.  I'm good"  I made my way to leave.

"Don't go!  I have access to my money now!  Let me treat you!"  

Journal.  I paused.  I mean, I make a decent living.  I work a steady 8-5 and make decent pay.  But I don't get to spend much on frivolities.  It was like being offered a free trip to Vegas, or a cruise trip to the Bahamas for only $100 a night.  You don't get offered these things ever.  You would naturally hesitate.

"How?" I asked.

"Free cruise to the Bahamas"  Forget what I said journal.  It was better than a cruise trip for a hundred dollars a night.  It was free.

"Um, can I think on it for a bit?"

"Yes.  Take your time.  I will wait."  He continued to drink his coffee, staring now around the small kitchen.  

"As in like tomrrow?  Do you have a place to stay?"  That was when Brooke popped in.

"Allison!  I'm back!  Jason says to say hi, and he wants to-" she broke off at the sight of the prince in his regal glittering attire.

"Allison?  Why did you hire a hunk of a handsome pros-"

"NO! NO! NO! NO," I cut in at that.  What do I love about Brooke?  Her willingness to say what she means.  The downside of Brooke?  Her filthy mind.  "Brooke.  Hi.  This is..." I paused.

"I am the prince, Dideoluwa.  Your friend Allison, saved my life and kingdom, with her donation.  I am here to return the favor."  Brooke looked at me.

"Allison?"  I laughed a little.

"Remember that Nigerian prince email?  He is the rich Nigerian prince."

"Welcome Nigerian prince."  With that Brooke fainted.  I wished I could have joined her in that state.  What is happening to me????

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