I come from a large polygamous family from the North-Eastern part of Nigeria. We’ve lived in abject poverty sharing the meager resources my father could provide. Going to school was no longer a priority for me as no one cared if I had an education or not besides how does one go to school when you aren’t sure of the next meal?
I spoke to an uncle who lives in Lagos and asked him to get a job for me. I was excited I was finally leaving the village for the city of Lagos. I got a job as a nanny in the Lekki area of Lagos. The lady I worked for wanted someone who would work for one year with no breaks which my uncle agreed.
When I started work, I was asked to provide my bank details, my uncle quickly gave her his details which I passed on to the lady I worked for. It had been a year since my monthly pay of twenty thousand was paid into my uncle’s account. It was Christmas and I was looking forward to visit my family in the village but my uncle said there was no money left.
He had spent all my money, I had worked so hard serving for one year and there wasn’t anything to show for it. I’m so angry and bitter, I wish I had stayed back in the village than work so hard for twelve months in Lagos and nothing to show for it. I had plans for the money, I trusted my uncle to save my cash but here I was penniless.
A few months later, I got another job and when I mentioned to my uncle that I was opening my own account, he was so furious. We no longer speak to each other and I’m still in shock how a married man with a wife and kids will choose to take advantage of me this way. One wonders what stories he’s gone to tell them in the village but I’m glad I’m finally free from this modern day slavery.
Can one really trust anyone, even those closest to you?