23/08/2025                                                                            
                                    
                                                                            
                                            *BITTER PILL* 
The room is stuffy, everywhere is so hot. sitting out from her face me I face you apartment in Ajegunle, she could hear her neighbours quarreling over whose turn it is to bath.
Funmi is already tired of life... It's been 5years her husband passed on. No help from relations, or anyone. She's been left to train her three boys alone. 
Being a widow at 35years wasn't what she bargained for. These five years have been the  worst years of her life. 
All efforts to solicit for help even from her WhatsApp school platform has fetched her nothing but sympathy and only encouraging text messages. She needs money, she needs a life, she needs to take care of her children. 
She only sells fruits by the road side to keep body and soul together despite being a graduate of business administration.
Guess she's doing the business on the streets now .Life is not fair! Funmi breathed out..
She was lost in thought when suddenly an SUV packed Infront of their compound, it's easy to see because there was no fence at all. She kept wandering who the person was..an SUV in this our kpako compound.
Then, stepped out Ifeoluwa Williams..her old  school coursemate. 
Oh my God! Ife....Funmi shouted
Is that you..
They embraced and Ife couldn't help but express her sympathy over her situation..she said she had to look for a way to visit her as soon as she came back to Nigeria..having been informed of her predicament from their school WhatsApp platform.
Ifeoluwa is now a successful businesswoman and the CEO of FEWILS Global Ventures, a company that specialized in importing electronics and tech gadgets into Nigeria.
Ife was touched seeing funmi's misfortune. Without hesitation, she invited her to her office, offered her a position as a financial operations assistant, and within two weeks, moved her into a furnished two-bedroom apartment in Lekki. She even handed Funmi the keys to a small Toyota Corolla for ease of transport.
For the first time in years, Funmi breathed. Her children smiled again. Life was beautiful.
Then one day, Bisola visited, an old school mate too.
Babe wetin you dey talk...this is your time to make a fortune..I know that ladyooo, Ifeoluwa ,she's very wealthyooo,, couldn't she have done more for you, after all, money be like water for her...Ife will just use you and by the time you realize yourself time have gone by, and you'll discover you saved nothing after years of working for her.
What are you saying...Funmi was confused and curious at the same time....
Babe, you dey handle the company books, right? Just adjust some figures here and there. Ifeoluwa’s company is making millions. Who will know? You fit collect small-small and set yourself properly.”
Funmi, wrestled with her conscience but the seduction of "more" won. She began padding invoices, creating ghost supplier payments, and quietly shifting money into a secret account. Over six months, she amassed enough to buy land and started building her own house.
It was only a matter of time the internal audit team noticed inconsistencies. They traced every transaction. The truth surfaced and it was Funmi’s name on every forged figure.
Ife was devastated. She summoned funmi into her office, the same office where she had once offered her hope, and with eyes filled with tears, said, “You’ve not only stolen money. You’ve broken trust, you have no integrity, you've broken my heart, I trusted you and was willing to help.”
The job was gone. The apartment reclaimed. The car confiscated. Her sons cried that night as they returned to a one room apartment , a lifestyle they have left, they were back to square one as the house she started building was still at foundation level. No hope of even competing the structure...
Funmi sat again on a bench older, wiser, emptier and full of regrets.
I shouldn't have swallowed this bitter pill, Bisola you have finished me...she said amidst tears...
Lessons: Trust is hard to earn but easy to break. We should be careful who offers us advise. One wrong action can bring lifetime regrets, integrity pays anyday, anytime..
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