I know of a similar story my cousin told me about. Kelvin had always been the golden boy in his family. The first child, the one who made it to UNILAG to study Engineering after two years of trying. His parents, a retired teacher and a small-scale importer in Onitsha, had sold some family land and borrowed from relatives to gather the money. ₦1.2 million. It was meant to cover the remaining balance for his final year — tuition, project materials, hostel fees, and some upkeep. The alert came on a Friday afternoon while Kelvin was in his off-campus room in Akoka. “Your account has been credited with ₦1,200,000. Sender: Papa.” Followed by a voice note from his father: “My son, this is the last big push. Clear everything immediately and focus on your project and exams. We are praying for you. No stories.”
