Chronicle of a Yahoo Boy ( Internet Fraudster) Part One

Many of us are aware of this old adage “Even a broken clock is right twice a day”, if this is correct, then I will not be making much mistake if I say there’s no completely bad person.



This tends to be a true life story written by Teniola  Adedotun Michael.

Chronicle of a Yahoo boy  ( Part One)



Dele is a brilliant boy who seem loved by his teachers in school. Right from his young age he have always wanted to become a lawyer..Dele's father who happens to work in one of the renowned hospital in Ilupeju, Lagos( Ajanaku Hospital) a hard working, neat and loving father, except for sometime when he decides to shy away from his fatherly duties (If there is anything like that).

Dele's mother popularly known as (Iya Dotun) as she is fondly called by guys around Ogunji street for her jovial and street wise or lets say her street credibility have on many times settle disputes among the so called Street Niggas...lol..
She had a phone boot where she sells recharge cards, drinks and also make calls with the well known (Samsung Blue face)..uhhmm does anyone still remember that phone who was sold at the rate of Iphone 5 now...life revolves tho...

Yahoo Yahoo !!! story can never be complete in Lagos without making mention of Ilupeju boys..It is argued upon that Yahoo Yahoo originates from Ilupeju...while some say Shomolu or mushin...anyway this isn't a debate..lol..

As a young teenager still growing I sit and listen to my big bros talk about going to the cafe...Opening yahoo and Western union..I seem lost and fascinated..They come home gisting the next day the cheque has cleared..Maye don pay...they buy their so called baggies..lol..jamming up to 50 Cent's "Go Shawty..It's your birthday..."gone are those days...lol

I gradually grew to become their errand boy all in the name of receiving stipend from them...
I remember sneaking severally without my mom's permission to Mercy cyber cafe at Ogunji street, the then Head quarter/ business hub for the so called Yahoo boys in the earlier 2000's. My friend (Ope) and I pick tickets on the cafe's floor just to log on to www.miniclip.com, www.eville.de just  to play video games..I marvel at the pace at which they type..some even switch from their mother tongue just to sound like a white man...

After my secondary school Certificate...(To be continued)