“Beware of the The Extended Family Tax.” Chief pulled out a golf club from the bag and tossed it lightly in the palm of his hand. He wiped his forehand with a crisp, white handkerchief as he finished his thought. “Many young people have been cheated of their future because of it.” It was a…
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The Rules of Wealth – Part 7
Emeka could hear the sound of his footsteps, hitting the ground “slap, slap, slap”, as he ran up the stairs to Chief’s apartment. He was late. He knocked on the door urgently. Too urgently. And was let in by Chief’s steward, who looked visibly angry at the rudeness of the knocks. Emeka began to relax…
The Rules of Wealth – Part 6
“…. And this is your year of greeeeeeaaaat financial breakthrooough!!” The crowd thundered a resounding “AMEN!!” in response to the Pastor’s declaration. “Speaking of financial breakthrough…” began Segun as he turned to whisper loudly to Emeka. They were in Sunday service. Emeka was in no mood to be distracted and considering his current circumstances,…
The Rules of Wealth – Part 4
“Human wants are endless but the means to satisfy them are not. So you must learn how to separate your needs from your wants” Chief reached for his glass and took a sip before continuing. “This is the second rule of wealth; Plug leaks in your bank account” They were sitting outside on Chief’s rooftop…
The Rules of Wealth – Part 3
GOOOOAAAALL!!!!!!!! Emeka turned off the television abruptly. It was time for his appointment with Chief. As much as he wanted to watch Iheanacho score the winning goal for Manchester City, he was more eager to hear what Chief had to say. Shouts of jubilation rang out from his neighbours’ houses as he bounded up the…
The Rules of Wealth – Part 2
Emeka tiredly walked himself up the stairs to the penthouse. The time was 7:55am. “This early wake up on a Saturday morning, na wah o!” He yawned as he climbed a few more steps. He didn’t want to worsen the image Chief had of him by being late but that meant he only had about…
The Rules of Wealth – Part 1
CLANG!!, CLANG!!, CLANG!!, CLANG!!! The harsh sound of someone rattling the burglary proof door shot through the quiet evening air. “Emeka!! Emeka!!, I know say you dey this house!! I must to collect my money today o!! You no dey shame!! CLANG!!, CLANG!!, CLANG!!, CLANG!!! Emeka lay very still on his bed, barely breathing. Perhaps…
