Bankfraud Stories

Jibola Sanwo was the kindest man on the eleventh floor. He remembers important details about your life. He approved my leave in eleven minutes when mine had her first stroke. He sent ₦300,000 to my account with no message attached and waved off my thanks like I was disturbing him. Six years he built me. The Thursday it started, ₦478,000,000 landed in a dormant account and my signature ended up on the memo that let it out. By the following Tuesday I was in a room with three men from the EFCC, a compliance officer who would not look at me, and a brown file with my own name printed on it. Not his. Not the account. Mine. Then the door opened, and I heard that laugh.