“Toby, what is all these credit alerts?” Pastor Bode’s voice shook through the phone like thunder during revival night. Inside the EFCC office, Toby sat frozen with sweat all over his face while one officer stood behind him scrolling through his transaction records. 5 million, 2 million, 800,000. Alert after alert.
The officer hissed loudly. “Kai! So, Pastor waif they do Yahoo, too? Ah, una don upgrade these days, oh. Fear no dey una eyes again.” Toby’s lips trembled instantly. “No, no, sir. I swear, it’s not what you think. But, even he knows that his words were useless because just 6 months earlier, this same Toby was the quiet church boy that still lowered his head whenever women greeted him.
The kind of boy that feared worldly things so much that ordinary Davido song playing near him could make him very uncomfortable. His father, Pastor Bode, was one of the strictest pastors in their Yoruba town. The house was so full of prayer that enjoyment itself used to avoid their compound out of fear. Morning devotion before sunrise, night prayer before sleep.
They always fasted like it was their family business. If Toby yawned too much during Bible study, Pastor Bode would suddenly begin deliverance. “Oh, you spirit of distraction, come out!” ; ; Toby himself was calm. He was respectful. He was a good boy. He always wore oversized trousers, button shirts, bathroom slippers or shoes.
Bible was always close to him like an inhaler. Then, after school, he got admission into a private university in Abuja. And that was where the first problem smiled at him from far away. The day Toby arrived on campus, his village spirits nearly fainted. I’m talking luxury cars everywhere. Girls with bone straight hair speaking through their noses.
Boys pressing car keys up and down like it was a Cadillac convention, you know? One boy even walked past him with green hair and dark shades by 8:00 a.m. Toby whispered to himself, “Eg da mi o, I don’t enter.” When he finally entered his hostel room, he met his first roommates, Kunle, a very calm, serious boy.
He was reading his textbook quietly. Toby relaxed immediately. “At least one normal human being dey here,” he thought. Then the door suddenly opened and confusion entered wearing designer perfumes. His name was Fawaz. He had a gold chain on. He handled two iPhones. He wore a designer slippers. His beard line was sharper than mathematics ruler.
The boy entered shouting into the phone, “Bros, I beg send the phones first now. Send funds now. Money no dey sleep, o.” Before Toby could even settle down properly, two girls knocked asking for Fawaz. One brought food for him. Another one brought charger. The third one just entered to spray perfume and leave.
Toby was confused. Back at home, ordinary smiling too hard with girls could lead to canceling and three prayer sessions plus fasting. But this Abuja life, ah! It looked sweet, though, but danger dey, o. So, Toby had one serious roommate and one yeye roommate. Kunle, the serious guy, stayed by the window. Tobi stayed in the middle, and Fawaz, the year year guy, behaved like the room belonged to his grandfather.
Now, Kunle and Fawaz were complete opposites. Kunle was the kind of person that actually came to university to study. He was a calm boy. He kept his corner clean. He spoke softly. He minded his business so much so that sometimes Tobi forgot he was even inside the room until he suddenly adjusted his glasses and spoke.
He was not loud. He didn’t chase girls up and down, and he didn’t do unnecessary movements. He was always facing his books. This is the kind of boy that mothers pray their children become or their children encounter in universities. Fawaz, meanwhile, was pure premium disturbance. Ah, that boy lived like someone that had already graduated and then came back to school to just have fun vibes. Oh my.
He wore designer clothes. He sprayed heavy, expensive perfumes. Different girls were following him up and down, and he was always shouting on the phone about money. Bros, send them now. I don’t send as I send them sharp sharp. Money no dey wait for anybody, oh. Eh, see na emergency, on period. Sometimes by midnight, Fawaz was still be on video call, laughing loudly, while Kunle buried his face inside his textbook, trying not to lose his sanity.
Tobi found both of them strange in different ways. Kunle felt too serious. Fawaz felt too wild. At first, Tobi naturally moved closer to Kunle because he felt safer around him. The two of them would go to class together sometimes. Kunle even helped Tobi locate lecture halls during his first few weeks in school because Toby used to get lost around campus, but slowly something started changing.
Everywhere Fawaz went, people respected him. Security men hailed him. Girls screamed when they saw him. Boys gathered around him laughing loudly like disciples around a motivational speaker. Meanwhile, Kunle just minded his books quietly. And little by little, Toby started becoming fascinated by Fawaz’s lifestyle.
One evening, while Toby was ironing his oversized checkered shirt that looked like youth fellowship uniform, Fawaz stared at him for almost 1 minute before bursting into laughter. “Omo pastor,” he said, “you want to go preach crusade?” Even Kunle laughed quietly. Toby then scratched his head awkwardly, not knowing what to answer.
Then Fawaz opened his wardrobe. “Omo.” Toby nearly lost concentration. “I’m talking designer sneakers, chains, gold wristwatches, fresh clothes arranged like boutique display.” “Pick one,” Fawaz said casually. Toby immediately refused. “Ah, no, no, no, no, no, I’m okay.” “My guy, I beg calm down, eh? Nobody is asking you to return it.
” After plenty pressure, Toby finally wore one black designer jacket and white sneakers. The moment they stepped outside the hostel that evening, everything changed. Girls that normally ignored him suddenly smiled and waved at him. One girl even asked for his Instagram handle. Toby almost checked behind him to confirm she was truly talking to him.
That night, when Toby stood in front of the mirror staring at himself, something dangerous entered his heart. For For first time in his life, he realized he loved the attention he was getting. Uncle Lenny noticed it kind of immediately. That was when he first started warning him. Small small. Guy, no let this packaging deceive you, not everything that is shiny is clean.
But Toby barely listened. Because beside Kule’s quiet boring life, Fawas looked like freedom itself. And human beings love their freedom. Before Abuja, the biggest money Toby had ever handled at once was the 5,000 naira his mother gave him during Christmas to buy himself something nice. Now, suddenly, money was entering his account like a government palliative.
Alerts here, alerts there. Because Fawas took his account number and sometimes he would just tell him, “Bro, help me receive one small payment, oh. I beg. Na crypto stuff. I beg send am to this account.” At first, Toby asked questions. “What kind of payment am I receiving?” But Fawas laughed immediately.
Ah, “I’m a pastor. Relax. Everything no be ritual, oh. Na just money wey my guy wan send me. I beg help me receive am.” Then everybody would laugh. While Toby forced himself to laugh as well. Even though deep down small fear still dey scratch am. But you see, the problem with enjoyment is that once your body adjusts to it, your whole life starts looking somehow.
Very soon, Toby became fully addicted to the soft life. The boy that once used touch light to save NEPA bill was now ordering chicken and chips by midnight. Like a prince that lost his throne temporarily, he started changing clothes every week. Started wearing chain on his neck, expensive sneakers, and perfume that could even wake up his ancestors.
One day, this boy entered class wearing dark shades. Indoors, oh. Kunle looked at him and asked, “Guy, are you blind now?” Toby hissed and said, “I beg you, see is not before everybody.” Even his social media had changed and upgraded completely. Before, Toby used to post Bible verses and “Happy Sunday, family.
” Now, he posted “Big vibes only.” “Too blessed to stress. No pressure for this side.” “Poor man mentality is a disease.” ; ; Toby, small small, oh. Meanwhile, Kunle became very much uncomfortable as the days passed by. Because unlike Toby, Kunle was seeing things clearly. Fawas never explained where the money came from.
Different strange boys visited at odd hours. Laptop screens were always closed immediately whenever outsiders entered. One night, Kunle finally spoke seriously. The three boys were inside the room when one huge alert entered Toby’s phone. Toby screamed loudly. “Hey! 500k!” Fawas and his boys started shouting happily. “Hey! Money long.
Oh my pastor don’t cash out.” But Kunle didn’t laugh. He looked at Toby and said, “Guy, this money is not clean, oh. Where is it even coming from?” Immediately, the room became awkward. Fawas smacked and said, “Here we go again. Mr. Holiness, calm down.” Kunle ignored him and faced Toby. “Toby, use your head.
You don’t even know what these boys really do. And you’re here receiving alerts and rejoicing.” But Toby had already gone too far. Because once someone starts enjoying soft life, advice go begin to sound like jealousy. So, Toby just stood up angrily and said, “You go just be jealous person, eh? Because your life is boring.
Every time you be reading and reading like an old man. I beg free me, Joe. You no be my mama.” Ah. Everywhere became quiet immediately. Even Fawaz paused for 1 second because the insult was too harsh. Kola just looked at Toby quietly from head to toe. He felt pain. I mean, the pain hit him differently because he genuinely cared about the boy.
Then Fawaz suddenly burst into laughter and slapped Toby’s shoulder proudly. “Oh, my pastor don finally upgrade. Hey, you don become man, oh.” And honestly, that was the exact moment Toby started entering real trouble. By that point, Toby had fully entered Fawaz’s world. Not fully a whole boy yet, though, but close enough for danger to recognize him as family.
Welcome, son. He was now moving with Fawaz. He now attended private apartment parties almost every weekend. He was following Fawaz and his boys like mosquito. Those boys moved around campus like mini celebrities. Always playing loud music. Smoking hookah. Girls were dancing around them everywhere. Bottles on the table.
Everybody will be shouting, “Money no be problem. The money long.” And Toby, this boy was enjoying himself. I’m telling you, the same person that used to sleep by 9:00 p.m. after night devotion will now stay awake pressing phone and replying to girls by 2:00 a.m. Shouting, “Ah, Abuja life too sweet, oh. Abuja no dey sleep.
” One Friday night, Fawaz carried him to one luxury apartment party off campus. The place was packed full. Some boys were spraying dollars. They don’t graduate from Naira or na dollars they dey spray. Some girls were recording TikTok videos. Music was blasting and shaking the wall. Tobi sat there laughing loudly while holding a drink in his hand, feeling like he had finally arrived in life.
Then suddenly ba ba ba ba heavy banging on the door. At first, people thought it was normal security men until somebody screamed, “EFCC dey come oh, na me dey knock. EFCC dey come, they dey downstairs.” Confusion exploded instantly. One boy jumped through the window without even checking if the ground existed.
Girls started grabbing their heels and wigs. Some people hid phones inside freezer. One guy nearly squeezed himself under the center table like a missing Christmas goat. Even Tobi froze because this was his first time seeing real panic before. Fawaz sharp guy, he reacted immediately. He wasn’t very scared.
He coordinated himself, brought out his phone, and transferred one huge fraud payment into Tobi’s account. Then he deleted the chat between them ASAP. And he said, “Tobi my guy, no dey panic, eh? No panic, just calm down. Just remain calm.” Before Tobi could even understand what was happening, Fawaz and his guys had film escaped through the back door.
And that was when Tobi finally understood. Ah, I don’t enter. Those boys had left him behind, though. Seconds later, EFCC officers stormed inside. Everybody was ordered to lie down. They started seizing their phones and their laptops. People started crying everywhere. Tobi’s hands were shaking badly as officers searched him.
Then one officer checked his phone and that was the exact moment the devil wanted to open his Yash. Because tell me why the money transferred was just entering the phone at that exact moment. The officer’s face changed. He turned the screen towards another officer. Toby’s blood ran cold instantly. He said it’s not my Shut up.
The officer grabbed him roughly and dragged him downstairs. As they were dragging him, he was busy looking around desperately hoping that would suddenly appear and save him. But my guy was gone. I mean completely gone and inside that van his hand was shaking and his heart was pounding violently. Only one thought kept repeating inside Toby’s head over and over again. Hey.
My father will have my people. That man will just die. Oh. By the next morning the news had already spread everywhere like fire inside dry grass. Pastor son arrested for Yahoo Yahoo in Abuja. Nigerian gossipers did not waste one second. Church women that used to hug Toby during Christmas were now shaking their head dramatically and saying that small boy.
I always knew something was wrong. Children of nowadays imagine Pastor Toby came too. Even one old mama said that Abuja is full of demons. As if demons personally carried Toby there in Keke. Back at home Toby’s mother cried all night without stopping. The woman could not even eat again. Meanwhile Pastor became strangely quiet and withdrawn.
And honestly that his silence was even very scary because this was the same man that once told the whole church proudly, “My son will make us proud.” Now, bloggers were using his son’s pictures for thumbnails. Inside EFCC custody, Tobi kept telling them to call Faruq. Telling them that Faruq was the real culprit.
They tried Faruq’s number over and over again, but it wasn’t connected. At some point, it was switched off. All his boys, none of their numbers were connected. That was when Tobi knew that he has up. Like, he was all alone in this mess. The only person that cared to show up was Kunle. Tobi was shocked when he saw him.
Kunle came in quietly carrying food and a small nylon folder. He wasn’t angry. He didn’t come to rub it in his face and tell him, “I told you so.” He was just disappointed. Then he finally explained something Tobi had been too blind to notice. He told Tobi, “For 4 months, he had been suspecting Faruq and his boys.
Those alerts were very strange. And then, the fact that they needed another person’s number account number to be collecting the money was even stranger. Their secret behaviors, their late-nights laptop phones, and the amount of money that they received all made him very curious. So, quietly he started keeping evidence because he feared they would eventually drag Tobi into the trouble and mess they were in.
” So, he kept screenshots. He recorded some things on his phone. He did some videos here and there, voice notes, transaction records, even one video of Faruq drunkenly bragging about using clean boys for transactions. Kunle had all of those things on his phone. As Tobi sat there listening, shame wan swallow am.
Because the same person he insulted and called boring was now the only person fighting for him. He just lowered his head and started crying. So, after weeks of investigation and with the evidence that Kunle provided, EFCC finally uncovered the full truth. Fawaz and his boys had been using clean students with clean records to move fraud money around quietly.
Toby’s account was only one of many of them. Some of the boys were later arrested. Some disappeared completely and eventually Toby’s name was cleared, but he slept in the prison for some days. But then, him being free did not suddenly fix his life like a magic because real life doesn’t work like that. The damage had already been done.
His grades were terrible. He had missed tests and exams. People were still whispering whenever he passed. Now, that Pastor Somi did. Fear. His mother still loved him deeply, but the pain in her eyes humbled him greatly. And Pastor Bode, he changed completely. He became less outspoken. He became withdrawn.
Like life just hit him like this because the amount of trust he had in his son was completely shattered. And the boast he kept making in his church, “My son will make us proud.” He was just very disappointed. He stopped boasting about his son and he just became a little bit withdrawn. One evening during holiday, Toby entered their small church alone after everybody had gone home.
Everywhere was silent and empty. Old fan was turning slowly. Pulpit was faded. One dim light was near the altar and suddenly Toby knelt down and broke down. He started crying because for the first time he understood how far he had gone and how the devil wanted to destroy him overnight. One fake lifestyle, one bad friend, one desire to feel important.
That was all it took. He remembered how he used to mock Kunle, how he lied to his parents, how he enjoyed the fake life. And honestly, the thing that pained him the most was he almost threw away the sacrifice of people that genuinely loved him just because he wanted to look like a big boy. And from that day, Toby swore never to go down that lane again.
He changed slowly. He asked God for mercy, and he started living his life gradually. He returned to school. He repeated the failed courses, stayed away from trouble, and focused on rebuilding his life. It wasn’t easy, y’all. Students mocked him. Lecturers started looking at him differently.
But this time, Toby accepted the shame, but he kept moving nonetheless. And through everything, Kunle stayed beside him like a brother. Years later, on their graduation day, Toby finally wore his gown with peace in his heart instead of fake packaging. His parents came for the ceremony. And after everything had ended, Pastor Bode hugged his son tightly.
For some seconds, he couldn’t talk. And then he finally whispered, “You almost lost yourself, son. But thank God you remembered home. And thank God you made it. You’re graduating with your mates, and with a good grade. That is all by God’s mercy. I’m proud of you.” And that made Toby so emotional. After hugging him, Pastor Bode suddenly tilted towards Kunle, who was standing quietly beside him.
When Kunle saw him coming, he greeted respectfully, “Good afternoon, sir.” But before the boy could even finish, Pastor Bode grabbed both of his hands tightly. His eyes were already red with emotion. “My son, thank you. Kunle looked uncomfortable immediately. Sir, it’s truly nothing. No, Pastor Bode stopped him. It is not nothing.
When everybody else abandoned my son, you stayed. You came through for him. You warned him. Even after insulting and belittling you, you still protected him. Do you know what kind of heart that takes? I’m so glad the Holy Spirit used you to bring my son back to me. Kunle smiled awkwardly and said, “I didn’t just want him to destroy himself completely, sir.
” Chai, Pastor Bode was very grateful. He hugged Kunle, and then he said, “May God reward you, my son. Not all friends are blessings. Some are traps. But you, you were an answer to our prayers.” Meanwhile, Tobi stood there quietly, realizing one painful truth, that the friend he thought was boring was actually the one that saved his life.
The end. Moral lesson. Some people just come into our lives to destroy it. While God, in his infinite mercy, place some other people in our lives to gradually lead us back to him, to make us see things clearly. I pray that everybody has a Kunle in their lives because Kunle is very important, too.
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The Mirage of the “Big Boy” Life: How One Choice Nearly Cost a Young Man Everything
In the heart of an Abuja private university, where luxury cars crowd the campus and designer labels are the unspoken language of status, Toby’s life took a turn that would define his character forever. Back home, Toby was the embodiment of his father’s strict, prayer-filled discipline. As the son of Pastor Bod, a man whose household was defined by morning devotions, nightly fasts, and an uncompromising stance against worldly distractions, Toby had spent his formative years in oversized trousers and buttoned shirts, his Bible a constant, comforting accessory. He was the quintessential “good boy,” sheltered, respectful, and deeply uncomfortable with the slightest whiff of secular excess.
When Toby received his admission to a prestigious private university, he viewed it as a fresh start, unaware that it would also become his greatest spiritual and ethical test. Stepping onto campus was akin to entering an entirely new dimension. He saw students with bone-straight hair, boys pressing car keys with casual indifference, and an atmosphere that prioritized aesthetic perfection over academic pursuits.
His hostel room became the stage for this collision of worlds. His roommates were a study in contrasts. First, there was Kuni, a quiet, studious young man who kept to himself, focused on his books, and embodied the kind of moral stability that parents pray their children will encounter. Then, there was Fawaz—the polar opposite. Fawaz lived like a man who had already conquered the world. He moved through campus with a constant stream of girls trailing him, designer perfumes trailing his every step, and an endless array of expensive gadgets and accessories. Fawaz was pure, high-voltage energy, shouting into his phone about funds and emergencies, and living a lifestyle that made Toby’s modest, checkered shirts feel like relics of a distant past.
At first, Toby naturally gravitated toward Kuni. They went to classes together, and Kuni provided a sense of grounding. But the allure of Fawaz’s life—the way he was hailed by security, the way girls clamored for his attention, and the sheer audacity of his confidence—began to pull at Toby. The turning point came when Fawaz pressured Toby into wearing one of his designer jackets. The transformation was instantaneous; the social validation Toby received for that one piece of clothing was intoxicating. For the first time, he saw himself through the eyes of those he envied, and the reflection was seductive.
Soon, the “packaging” became more than just clothes. Fawaz began using Toby’s bank account to receive suspicious payments. At first, Toby asked questions, only to be laughed off with claims that it was just “crypto stuff” and “pastor, just relax.” The money started rolling in, and with it, Toby’s resistance withered. He began to view Kuni’s studious, quiet life as boring and restrictive. He mocked Kuni, distancing himself from the friend who had actually looked out for him, and embraced the “Big Boy” persona with increasing fervor.
However, the reality of fast money is that it often comes with a hidden, heavy price. While Toby enjoyed the fleeting thrill of being a campus “big boy,” he was inadvertently building a house on sand. The credit alerts that once brought him joy eventually brought him to the threshold of the EFCC’s office. The officer who scrolled through his transaction records didn’t see a successful businessman; they saw a paper trail of financial impropriety that threatened to end Toby’s future before it even began.
The panic that ensued was cold and absolute. As the walls of his carefully constructed life closed in, the fragility of the “Big Boy” facade became terrifyingly clear. It was in the silence of his father’s church, long after the graduation ceremony of his peers, that Toby finally confronted the wreckage he had made of his life. He saw the deception he had practiced on his parents, the disrespect he had shown to Kuni, and the hollow nature of his own desires.
The journey back was arduous. It required Toby to swallow his pride, repeat failed courses, and endure the judgment of those who had seen his fall. Yet, throughout this transition, Kuni remained, a steady hand in the storm. The resolution came on graduation day. When Pastor Bod hugged his son, he didn’t just see a graduate; he saw a young man who had been pulled back from the brink. In a moment of deep emotion, the pastor turned to Kuni and offered his profound gratitude. He realized that Kuni had not just been a roommate; he had been an anchor.
Toby’s story is a sobering reminder that our circles define our trajectory. We often confuse “boring” with “lack of ambition,” failing to realize that the friends who challenge our flaws are often the only ones truly invested in our long-term survival. The “Big Boy” life, for all its glitter, is a mirage. It offers a promise of importance that requires the sacrifice of one’s identity, values, and integrity. True success, as Toby learned, is not found in the credit alerts or the social validation of the crowd, but in the peace of mind that comes from walking a path that is genuinely, undeniably yours.
In an age where social media thrives on the performance of a perfect life, Toby’s story serves as a vital compass. It asks us to look at the people we hold dear and ask ourselves: are they leading us to our highest selves, or are they leading us toward a precipice? The answer, as it turned out for Toby, was the difference between a lifetime of regret and the hard-won dignity of a graduate with a future ahead of him. Kuni, the “boring” roommate, was the hero who never asked for a stage, proving that the most important people in our lives are often those who refuse to let us lose ourselves.
