In the city of Lagos, there lived Chidi Okafor, Chidi Okafor was determined to rise above his humble beginnings. Born into a family of street vendors in the crowded Ajegunle neighborhood, Chidi had always yearned for more.
From a young age, he would watch expensive cars zoom by on Ikorodu Road, imagining himself behind the wheel of one someday. "I will make it, Mama," he'd often tell his mother as she arranged her wares on the roadside. "One day, we will live in Lekki."
His mother, a woman weathered by years of struggle, would smile wearily. "Chidi, my son, just focus on your studies. Education is the only way out."
But Chidi had other plans. As he grew older, he became more and more consumed by his desire for wealth and status. He saw education as too slow a path to success. Instead, he began to seek out shortcuts, associating with the area boys who seemed to always have money to throw around.
By the time he clocked 20, Chidi had already made a name for himself in the underground world of Lagos. He'd started small, running errands for local politicians during elections, intimidating voters, and snatching ballot boxes. But his ambition knew no bounds.
One fateful evening, as he sat at a dingy bar in Ojuelegba, nursing a bottle of Star beer, he overheard a conversation that would change his life.
"Have you heard they're recruiting boys for that new oil bunkering operation in Delta?" one man whispered to another.
Chidi's ears perked up. Oil bunkering - the illegal tapping and theft of oil from pipelines - was a lucrative but dangerous business. Without hesitation, he approached the men.
"Please, I want to join," he said, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
The older of the two men looked him up and down. "Are you sure you can handle it? This isn't child's play."
Chidi straightened up, puffing out his chest. "I can handle anything that will make me rich."
And so began Chidi's descent into the treacherous world of oil bunkering. For a while, it seemed his dreams were finally coming true. Money flowed like water, and he quickly moved his family out of Ajegunle and into a plush apartment in Lekki.
His mother, however, was far from pleased. "Chidi, where are you getting all this money from?" she'd ask, her voice laced with worry.
"Mama, don't worry. I'm just doing business," he'd reply .
But the higher Chidi climbed, the more enemies he made. His blind ambition had led him to betray friends, double-cross partners, and even threaten rival gangs. He was so focused on reaching the top that he failed to see the ground crumbling beneath his feet.
One hot afternoon, as Chidi was lounging by the pool of his newly acquired mansion in Banana Island, his phone rang. It was one of his boys.
"Boss, we're in trouble! Soldiers are coming for us!"
Before Chidi could react, he heard the sound of tires screeching outside his gate. In a panic, he ran inside, desperately looking for a place to hide. But it was too late. The sound of his front door being kicked in echoed through the house.
As he was being led away in handcuffs, Chidi caught sight of his reflection in one of his many gilded mirrors. For the first time, he saw not a successful businessman, but a criminal - a man whose blind ambition had cost him everything.
In the holding cell at Security Prison, Chidi finally had time to think about the choices he has made so far. He thought about his mother's words, about the importance of education and honest work. He thought about all the people he had hurt on his pursuit of wealth.
"I've messed up," he whispered to himself, tears streaming down his face 馃槶馃槩.
