My name is Christopher, a resident of Thika working with Faulu microfinance. I will live to remember the day I was conned of a large sum of money. Moses had an account with us, occasionally coming to do a transaction or two. He hadn't operated for long but did all his transacting at our branch. …
My name is Christopher, a resident of Thika working with Faulu microfinance. I will live to remember the day I was conned of a large sum of money. Moses had an account with us, occasionally coming to do a transaction or two. He hadn’t operated for long but did all his transacting at our branch. It was on Tuesday morning when he showed up looking sharp as usual. After a withdrawal, he asked if I could top up some Kshs 10,000. There was an investment he wanted to make that pays instant daily rewards. He promised to pay it back the same day plus an interest of another Kshs 10,000. Surprise surprise, he came back around 3pm and handed me the whole amount plus interest. The next time he came I was rather curious. What investment pays daily.??
“People out here are minting millions my friend. I was skeptical at first but now I make like 100,000 daily. It will only be a matter of weeks for you to be a millionaire. You keep trying to exit through the tiny window when I’ve just opened a big door for you” he said. He also mentioned that because I’m still new, it’s an exclusive club, he could invest on my behalf. I handed him 50,000 for my investment. As expected, he once again returned at his usual time with 150,000. Two days later, on a Friday he was back. This time I was determined to hit the jackpot!!! I had borrowed money to top up my own investment to 250,000. According to my quick calculations, that would be 750,000 guaranteed!! Sweet Jesus. Three quarters of a million.
Only this time, he was late. Really late. It’s almost 7pm but he hasn’t shown up. Maybe he is caught up, or busy counting my money to confirm that every note is there.
“The person you have called is not……we will notify them……if you wish to leave a voice message, please do so after the “oh my god tone”. Not reachable?? I waited for two hours outside the branch but he never turned up. I was early the next morning. I checked his bank account to see if all is well. Jesus!! Empty. Totally empty. A withdrawal was made yesterday around 2;30pm. Then I remembered I took a loan!! Stress started eating its way into my already fatigued head. I skipped lunch, which was rather unusual. Derrick noticed my foul mood and inquired. Before I was done, he took his phone, dialed a number and asked to speak to Dr mugwenu. He explained everything, emphasizing the need to recover my money. He assured that the day won’t end, Moses would have done so. True to his word, Moses came that evening in a taxi complaining of dizziness and seeing demons riding bicycles in his direction. He handed over the money and begged for mercy. As customary, a hefty fine was needed to reverse Dr mugwenu s spells.
“Conmen have a new name to fear in town. Call Dr mugwenu and watch them scamper”.
