I trust wrong once, e nearly finish me for market

Two years ago, I lend one woman for Agege Market big money to restock her shop. She beg me, she cry, she say her pikin dey sick. I open my hand because I know how suffering be.

Next morning, the woman don vanish. No shop, no phone, nothing. My goods finish, my savings finish, I dey borrow to feed my children.

Na that day I learn say kindness no be business. Your heart go bleed but your pocket must stay sharp. Who don suffer this kind thing before?