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Baduska never slept that night. The billion-dollar cheque was inside a nylon bag, wrapped in clothes like a newborn baby. Every five minutes he stood up, checked it, and whispered:
“omo… this life no balance.”
By morning, his plan was ready.
He remembered one guy from the neighborhood called Sadiq. A quiet boy. No friends. No jokes. No sense of curiosity. The kind of person you can use and dump. Baduska smiled.
“This one go fit.”
He went straight to Sadiq’s place.
“Sadiq, I get small job for you. Easy money. Clean work. No stress.”
Sadiq looked at him suspiciously.
“What kind job?”
“Just help me cash one cheque. Na small commission you go get. I go give you 2 million dollars.”
Sadiq’s eyes nearly left his face.
“OMO??? Two million dollars??”
Baduska frowned.
“Don’t shout that word!”
But Sadiq had already seen the cheque.
One billion dollars.
Silence entered the room.
Fear entered Sadiq’s heart.
Wisdom entered Sadiq’s brain.
Greed entered both of them.
But what Baduska didn’t know… was that the billionaire had been watching everything.
From the airport CCTV.
From street cameras.
From drones.
From human trackers.
The man didn’t move fast.
He moved wise.
Because he wasn’t looking for a thief.
He was looking for character.
The next day, Baduska sent Sadiq to the bank with the cheque.
Sadiq wore a borrowed suit, fake confidence, and fear inside his stomach.
As soon as he entered the bank and brought out the cheque, everything changed.
Security stood up.
Managers stood up.
Phones came out.
Whispers started.
Within seconds…
“Sir, please come with us.”
No shouting.
No drama.
No violence.
Just calm danger.
Back at home, Baduska was already packing his bag.
Passport.
Clothes.
Shoes.
Dreams.
Then his phone rang.
Unknown number.
He picked.
“Good afternoon, Mr Baduska.”
His body froze.
“Who is this?”
A calm voice replied:
“The owner of the cheque.”
Silence.
Fear.
Sweat.
Heartbeat.
The voice continued:
“I left that cheque on purpose. I wanted to see what kind of man would find it.”
Baduska couldn’t speak.
“I don’t need thieves. I don’t need smart criminals. I need trustworthy men. Men with contentment. Men with discipline.”
Then the final sentence:
“You failed the test.”
At that moment, his door was knocked.
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
He opened it.
Security.
Police.
Men in suits.
The billionaire stood outside calmly.
He looked at Baduska and said:
“You had a chance to change your life honestly.
But you chose shortcuts.”
Baduska fell to his knees.
“Omo…”
This time, omo no be slang.
Omo was pain.
Omo was regret.
Omo was consequence.
Sadiq was arrested.
Baduska was exposed.
The story entered the news.
And the billionaire?
He found another man.
A cleaner too.
But this one returned the cheque.
And that man didn’t get one billion dollars…
He got a project worth 50 billion dollars.
Because in life:
Opportunity tests character before it gives reward.
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