The day my best friend from Port Harcourt vanished with my savings

Two years ago, I put my savings into a business with my childhood best friend. We grew up together in PH, played football on the same street, went to the same viewing centre. I trusted this guy with my life.

He said we should start a phone accessories business. I gave him ₦350,000. That was everything I saved from my sales work in Yaba. He said he would bring the goods from Alaba. I never saw him again.

I called his number for one week. Nothing. I went to his family house in PH. His mother said she didn't know where he was. I sat down outside that house for three hours. Just sat there.

That money was supposed to help my mother. She was sick that time. I couldn't even tell her what happened. I just told her business didn't work.

I dey work extra shifts for one year to recover. No viewing centre, no match weekends. Just work and sleep. God when?

Today I don't trust anybody with my money. Not even my shadow. Na so we see am.