Showing posts with label Lifestyle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lifestyle. Show all posts

Saturday, 3 November 2018

When The Scammer Tries To Outsmart You


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Scammers, a.k.a 419ers, have upgraded. With the improvement in technology and social media, they have devised several strategies to dupe unsuspecting victims. It is at times like this that you need to ‘shine your eyes,’ lest you fall prey.
I’m not sure how scammers get the personal information of their victims, but they somehow always have the data. Recently, I received some annoying messages asking me to call certain numbers or give away certain information. My first instinct was to cover the sender with insults. Another move, if I had the time, would have been to bless them and preach the gospel. After all, they needed a change of lifestyle.
On this fateful day, an incoming call came in from someone not on my contact list. I actually thought it was a business associate. Since the environment was too noisy, I told the caller that I would return the call.
As I promised, I called back when I got to a noise-free environment. After a brief introduction that left me puzzled, the caller told me the purpose of the phone call. It was obviously a middle-aged man. I could tell from his voice. I decided to play along, play Ms. Nice.
It was with an intense irritation that I found out that it was a scammer. How he knew my name is what I still don’t know.
So what did he actually say?
He wanted me to serve as an acquaintance to lodge in a hotel where I would meet with another ‘business partner’ to ‘seal a deal.’ They had arranged that I get a certain percentage from the supposed business meeting. However, two things were involved:
I had to provide my bank details and I needed to be available to accompany them to the business meeting.
Who was I meeting with? No concrete explanation. How did you get my number? Still no valid response. And the man wanted me to just jump on his offer. Did I mention that he tried to lure me with a mouth-watering commission? Looking at my current account balance, I might as well forgotten my home training and given in. Thank God greed didn’t get the better part of me.
Come to think of it, I would not have granted the caller audience if he didn’t call back. As soon as I suspected foul play, I ended the call, but he remained adamant and called back. After allowing him to make a fool of himself for like close to 20-25 minutes, I politely turned down the offer and moved on with my daily activities.
That is just one of the many cases. How about Facebook friend requests? How someone with whom you don’t share mutual friends finds you and sends a request is quite surprising. The painful ones are the ones who start begging for money. I almost fell for those scammers. This time around it was not from an unknown person. It was from a schoolmate whose account got hacked. I was happy to receive a message from Tina. It had been long since we last saw or spoke to it each other. Our last meeting was during graduation. We lost contact during the compulsory National Youth Service Scheme. Thank God for Facebook, we reconnected and stayed updated with each other.
For a while, she went mute. Out of blue, she resurfaced. When my phone beeped, it was a message from Tina. I was so excited to hear from her. After we exchanged pleasantries via chat. Boom! She landed. She said that she was in need of a certain amount of money. According to her, she needed the money to send to a niece. She added that she was having difficulty sending money because of network issues on her mobile banking app.
I almost fell for that scam. I almost wanted to send the money; she promised to refund the next day. But something held me back. My instincts told me that it was possible I was being played. I turned her down politely. The next day, I got a message from Tina that it was a scam. She disclosed that her account had been hacked and it had been dormant for quite some time. No wonder she had been mute on social media. She left me wondering what I would have done if I sent the money requested. Imagine the pain of being duped. Thank goodness!
Have you been scammed before? How can you identify a scammer?

Wednesday, 26 August 2015

The Prodigal Daughter


 
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 Driving past Law school after close from work,She had come across skimpy dressed females most of them probably in their 20s on a body show exhibition. What were they doing there? They were using what they had to get what they want. Their faces were uncovered with shame. They were using their bodies to hustle for cash.

The sound of their chewing gums were irritating. As different cars passed by,they beckoned " One night! One night!!"
 
But seriously, you know now times could be hard. Doing business required capital. Making ends meet came with its own challenges.  It could be hard breaking away from that cycle that never breaks.
 But is that enough justification to engage in such ventures? Knowing that these women"  could as well sell their bodies and make fast money. Now their customers are not just males , they even source for females like themselves?? Money was their motivation. Indulging in sexual activities was the game.
 
 Back to my story...something was not just right as she drove past their exhibition booth. There was particularly one of them so young and fresh. Why would she be involved in prostitution? It grieved her to see them being used by the devil. She could have ministered to all but to conquer Samaria you start small.  She could have driven past and say a prayer or chastise them like most of us would have done but instead,what did she do?

She stopped her car and beckoned to the young fresh-looking prostitute. With immediate alacrity, the prostitute came over happy to have nailed a client. The prostitute exposed a large portion of her breasts,thighs and legs( branding/marketing strategy)

"One night? Or..." The prostitute asked.It didn't matter to her if her "client" was a female like herself.For all she cared, it could be her or maybe she was an agent for male client. Lesbianism didn't seem wrong.

Winding down her car window, She said "one night..." Then opened the car for the supposedly fresh looking prostitute to enter.
 
"How much will you pay?"
"Hop in...Let's discuss" She has said
 
After driving some few kilometers from the " danger zone", She could not help it anymore. With tears in her eyes, she said to the prostitute in her car,
" I want to tell that...Jesus loves you!"
 
The impact of those very words were profound. Both Client and service provider began a journey of shedding tears. One wept to see a precious life wasting away and the other wept repentantly.
 
The prostitute said" Nobody has told me this. For the past five years ,I stopped going to church....Thanks"
 
 How the strength and inspiration came to win an unbeliever remains attributed to the help of the Holy spirit. In the car, it was an eyeball to eyeball talk on the love of the Father. It was so touching that the prostitute made up her mind to not turn back to Sodom and Gomorrah. In the car, the prostitute changed her clothes to more presentable wears. 
 
She had collected her number and ensured she did a follow-up. She was determined to let the rejoicing in heaven continue over a new convert. The prodigal daughter.Her name was Melody.


After the whole episode, She had felt so fulfilled. The joy in heart could not be contained. She had won a soul. m Most importantly, she had touched a life! The next day, the transformed "prostitute" came over to her office for an appointment, more encouragements and godly counsel was given to her by her supposed " client".
Melody left the office with business contacts for possible employments and as a better person with clearer purpose in life.

NB:This is a true story. Several times we are quick to judge people by their deeds. Have we deemed it necessary to be the change we desire? Do our lifestyle portray what we preach? Are just being religious or doing the work God has entrusted to us? Remember we are all going to be accountable for the number of lives we touched and how we spent our life on earth...