Pure gold.

She messaged and said: ‘Hey.’


‘What are you doin?’


‘Oh, ok. Do you need help?’

‘No thanks.’

‘Where are you from?’

‘Ireland. You?’

‘California. Is Ireland nice?’


‘Are you Catholic?’


‘That’s good.’

‘Why’s that good?’

‘I’m Presbyterian. I only like talking to Christians. Where do you live?’

‘With my girlfriend and child.’

‘Send me pictures of your child.’

‘I don’t send pictures of my child to strangers online.’

‘Ok. I get it. I live with Grandma and my sick dad.’

‘What’s wrong with your dad?’

‘He’s sick.’

‘What does he have?’

‘It’s ok. I know God will heal him.’

‘That’s good.’

‘Do you want to see a picture of me?’

‘I can see your profile picture.’

‘Here’s another one. How do I look?’

‘Not a lot like your profile picture.’ I said.

‘Do you like to travel?’ She went on.

‘Yeah, I travelled a lot when I was younger.’

‘Ok, honey. That’s good. What are you doing now?’

‘Trying to sleep.’

‘Ok, babe. That’s good. I’m packing.’

‘Where are you going?’


‘Really, why?’

‘To see my mother and her family. And I have some business there.’

‘Good luck with that.’

‘Hmm…it’ll be ok. A lot to do there. Good night, honey.’

The next day. She messaged again. ‘Hi, handsome. Are you ignoring me?’

‘I’m working.’

‘Can we talk?’

‘I’m working.’

‘Ok, later?’

‘It’ll be very late, I don’t think you’ll be up.’

‘It’s ok, I’ll wait up. I miss you. God bless.’

That night. She messaged. ‘Hi, honey. I’m in Nigeria.’

‘That was fast. What’s it like?’

‘The weather’s very different.’

‘Why are you there?’

‘I need to sort out my inheritance.’

‘You have an inheritance?’

‘Yes. The gold.’

‘Like real gold?’

‘Yes, real gold. I wish I had a man here to help me. Everyone looks down on women, like we’re lower citizens. It’s very complicated.’

‘How much gold are you getting?’

‘Like how many bars?’

‘Yeah, how many gold bars are you inheriting?’

‘250 gold bars.’

‘That’s a lot of gold Bars.’

‘It’s ok. I just need to get it to the states. I feel very sick today too.’

‘Did you catch something?’

‘I don’t know. It could be dangerous. I should really see a doctor, honey.’

‘So go see a doctor.’

‘Only thing is…my card doesn’t work in Nigeria. Can you make me some help?’

‘You need to see a doctor?’

‘Yes….but I don’t have cash.’

‘Nigerian cash?’

‘Any cash. Can you send me some?’

‘Can you not use some of the gold?’

‘Can’t touch it until the documentation goes through.’

‘How long will that take?’

‘Almost a week. If you don’t want to help me, that’s ok.’

‘How much do you need?’

‘How much can you send?’

‘What does a doctor cost in Nigeria?’

‘I don’t know. But I can put your name on some of the shipping…’


‘The documentation for the gold shipping. I can ship some to Ireland for you.’

‘Oh that’d be nice.’

‘So how much money can you send me now?’

‘Sure how do I send money to Nigeria?’

‘Western Union or Money Gram.’

‘They have that there?’

‘Yes, honey. They have that here.’

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