Continued from Part 4
Fraudulent Practices of some Nigerian Companies
STV is a satellite TV network in Nigeria like Comcast, TDS etc in the U.S. Someone would call, introduces himself as a staff of DSTV; many times you hardly hear what he/she says his/her name is. He asks you to pay your subscription on a certain date before the expiry and in return get some rebate. You say, good offer, after all I am going to pay the subscription anyway. You pay it. After few days, your set is disconnected. On enquiry, a staff says your subscription has expired. You then head to their office with a receipt as prove of payment only to be told that you under paid. He tells you that the rebate communicated to you was from Lagos, which was not communicated to them in the local office. You ask "When you knew you had no approval from Lagos, why did you accept the payment few days ago?" After they did it to me twice, I called off their fraud, decided to lose the subscription I paid but that was the last business with them.
Mobile Telephone Companies
Most of these mobile telephone companies are nuisance. Their behavior is very annoying. They text you unsolicited advert at any time of the day and worse even at night. You think some of them are civilized when they ask you to text a number if you want to unsubscribe; a subscription, which you never asked for in the first instance. After a day, you start to receive their adverts again. Worse, they charge you for something you do not request for and which is worthless to you. One, which I am forced to live with at moment is called "Beauty" 'Am a woman? Even if I am, what do I care for again at my age? They should take such advertisements to brothels. I thought they should know who will court their products.
He was introduced to me by a boyhood friend, a Civil engineer and also a Pastor, who is very committed to rural evangelism.
A Toyota Camry 2008 nick-named in Nigeria as 'muscle' was shipped to me from the States. Mardin pleaded that I gave the car to him to sell to a Cooperative society of a particular University. He introduced a woman, old enough to be his mother as his wife. Both were on their knees begging that I gave the car to them.
Mardin said that the Cooperative Society planned to make him their sole agent for car purchases and I should help him for a start.
My mind did not agree to his plea. My wife who was visiting warned seriously that I should not do the business but because I knew him through a boyhood friend, I thought I should give him the benefit of doubt.
After sometimes, my son came back with a damming report about Mardin's character. My son reported that no one from whom he made enquiry said anything good about him. But by that time, I had given my words to him in the positive.
On the day, which Mardin said he would be delivering the car, I requested my mechanic, Akeem, who has become a son to me to drive behind him to be sure of the destination of the car. I asked Akeem to place close observation on Mardin's movement on the Campus.
Akeem reported that Mardin took a cheque but did not know the worth of the cheque. On the contrary, Mardin said he took no cheque. Months after months, Mardin claimed he did not receive payment for the car. But of course I sold the car to him and not the Cooperative, this mandates him to pay my money but months after months, this guy continued to play pranks but paying in bits. I then became the beggar. Position has swopped. Initially he was the one begging that I gave him the car. But I became the one begging him to be paid.
He and his wife ignored many texts I wrote them. Ramadan 2011 came and I wrote them a text to do all which was right in the holy month. The wife replied sharply that it did not bother them, yet they were fasting.
They were planning an inter-city transportation business and they were building a cozy, delightful station.
One Sunday afternoon, I was returning home after Church Service in company of my niece, when we sighted both husband and mother/wife at their station. I was still pleading for my balance when he insulted me with an abusive word. I could not believe my ears. "Mardin, what did you just say?" I asked him. "Mardin are you aware that you are only 3years older than my first daughter?" I asked again. His wife was smiling in approval of what he was doing. I cursed the day I met them and pronounced their business dead in the presence of the crowd that had gathered. Weeds have now taken over their empire and Madin has abandoned his mother wife and relocated elsewhere.
Continued from Part 4