HOW I MADE CURSED MONEY THAT DESTROYED ME
My name is demian onukwube 54 years old man from abia state in Nigeria west Africa, this is my story some years ago I was living with my mother and five siblings in aba in abia state, our father was died and I was the eldest child and I had only primary school education because after the death of our father , who died when I was still in primary 5, then things became difficult for us because my father left nothing for us, he was just an ordinary laborer so I had to drop out of school to look for a way to support my mother and 5 siblings, at 10 years of age I start to sell groundnuts at car park and bus stop, after which I started working in the car park and went on to become a bus driver at that same park, so then one day I heard two of my fellow drivers talking about travelling abroad to make more money and I was interested in the topic because I was not satisfied with the little I was making as a driver, I wanted to make more money, so these my colleagues told me about their friend who was working in one of the embassies in Nigeria who can help us get a visa to Holland.
I told them I want to be part of the plans so we contacted the young man who works at the embassy and he agreed to help us get visa to Holland but we have to pay him a huge amount of money which we agreed to pay and we gave him some part of the money immediately to enable him to start the visa process, one month later he contacted us that our visas were ready, so I gathered all the money I had then and sold some of my properties to be able to pay him the balance and to buy my air ticket and leave something for my mother and siblings, since my colleagues were not able to raise their own money I went to Lagos alone and collect my passport with the visa and traveled to Holland the same week and when I arrived at Holland I met a young man from Ghana who helped to get a place to sleep and later introduced me to some Nigerians who helped me to find a room in an apartment that belongs to one okwudiri from Enugu state in Nigeria, they later took me to a lawyer who helped me gain refugee status so I can receive government benefits.
When I received my first government benefit I bought some clothes and shoes and sent them to my mother and siblings and was living of the rest, the only problem is that my refugee status can last for only a year after which one must look for a way to get a regular stay permit or be sent back home and since I don’t have the money to get a regular stay permit and I am not ready to return to Nigeria I moved from Holland to Spain, there in Spain things became very difficult for me, I could not get a job because I don’t have a regular stay permit that allows me to work, I went into the street and supermarket to beg for alms just as many Africans especially Nigerian are still doing in Europe till today and whatsoever I was making from begging was not enough to take care of me, sometimes I will have to sleep at the train station because I could not pay form a place to sleep, I was almost frustrated and many times I thought of committing suicide because I could not stand the shame of dying of hungry or return back to Nigeria with empty hand, deep down I regretted the decision of travelling to Europe.
One day I ran into an old friend who lived in the same area with me in aba, we were glad to see each other, he took me out to eat, bought some drinks for, later we went to the club and after that we went to his house with two south American prostitutes one for him and one for me, the next morning we talked I told him about me problems and he felt pity for me and told me how he suffered the same thing when he first arrived some years later, he told me how his container will soon be cleared at the Lagos sea port and he is building his house in his home town in Nigeria, then I asked him how does he make his money he smiled and said “na Hustling” then I said which kind of hustling? He laughed and did not reply me but told me to get dressed we need to go out and eat, which I did but never stop troubling him to tell me the source of his money.
The next morning my friend woke me up and then told me his life story and the current source of income which is selling of drugs and that if I was interested he could help me get involved in the business and I told him I need to think about it because the idea was not too ok with me, I know selling drugs is a crime and it destroys the life of others but I allow my desire for money to override my fears of the consequences of selling drugs so I told my friend I want to join in his drug business and this is how I started my journey into creating a cursed wealth that later destroyed me, I started selling drugs, I served a five years jail term for involvement in drug trafficking, lived a reckless life style with drugs, alcohol and prostitutes, then I later came down to Nigeria to invest some money that I made in the drug business and very soon some of the investment I made in Africa starts to yield interests so I got married, built a very fine house and had three lovely kids two girls and one boy.
Everything seem to be working for me, I went to my home town they gave me a chieftaincy title, I was making money, I sponsored some of my friends into politics who in return gave me government contracts that made me richer, my family can travel to anywhere in the world for holidays, I was living my dreams, my life looks perfect till things begins to change, my first daughter who was living in London had a mental breakdown due to marital challenge, my son who was in the university in Canada drop out of school and became a drug addict, my wife was diagnosed of cancer and I myself was having liver problem due to excessive use of alcohol, my “perfect” life was quietly falling apart, then this passage of the Bible became clear to me “As a man soweth so shall he reap” you cannot destroy the lives of other and expect your own to be perfect, drug money is a cursed money, as I am writing this I am under investigation by the authorities for involvement in drug trafficking and if I am found guilty I will go to jail and lose all that I have labored for.
No matter how we try to justify our evil deeds, we will face the consequences of our actions someday, every action will create a reaction be it good or bad, one pastor said to me the blood of those people destroyed by the drugs you sold is crying against you
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