So back in my early days in school, my roommate told me about an investment.
₦30,000 in.
₦46,000 out in one week.
I didn’t even have savings, but it sounded legit.
People were doing it. People were getting paid.
I created two accounts and referred myself.
Then I waited.
One week. Nothing.
One month. Nothing.
Two months. Gone.
That was when desperation started.
I started betting to recover the money.
At first, I won. Big wins sometimes.
Then greed entered.
I bet more.
Then I started borrowing.
Friends.
Family.
Coursemates.
Loan apps.
When borrowing stopped, I started selling my life.
My laptop.
My mouse.
Everything I owned.
I’d sell something, bet the money, lose it, repeat.
I stopped going to classes.
My GPA crashed.
By then, I was owing over ₦500,000 as a student.
No job could fix that.
Dark thoughts came often.
If not for family, I wouldn’t be here today.
Prison or death was the direction I was heading.