I was happy to be the custodian of a huge sum of money. The digits in the amount so many that they wouldn’t fit in my pocket calculator. It strained my brain to imagine the number of zeros it may have. My mind delighted on the thought of what this huge amount would bring me. A palace in the most exotic island of the world. Bedrooms laced with curtains embroidered with gold. Bathrooms fitted with jets of rarest perfumes from around the world. A gold commode on which I would leisurely sit and attend the most important call every morning. Nature’s call. A fleet of sophisticated cars those would drive without a driver. A fleet of private planes to travel to every corner of the world. The most beautiful girls in the world at my service at the clap of the hands, just the way it happens in the stories of Arabian Nights.
The King of Nigeria had sent me an email with this proposal to be the custodian of his inherited property, since he had none to give it to. The king was kind enough to pass it to a stranger like me, on charity. The world is filled with compassionate and nice people who give away anything to desirous people I thought. The law of attraction says that if you honestly desire something, you will get it. I have been desiring enormous amount of money from such a long time. Here it was, awaiting me. Promised to be delivered by the king of Nigeria himself. A sum of 500 million dollars. In return, the nice king wanted just some basic details from me. Nothing much. Only my name and address, a contact number, and my bank account details so that he could transfer the amount straight from his Nigerian bank to my bank in America. Fair bargain indeed.
I resisted the temptations of other emails in favor of the email from King of Nigeria. Read the rest of this entry »