Maybe it's just me, but no matter how cold the war gets, if there's an opportunity to make money, I'm putting emotions aside.
I'd have treated her request like business, quoted my fee, collected my percentage, and moved on.
My best friend, whom we shared everything together while she was in Nigeria, traveled to Canada after getting her visa.
I was genuinely happy for her. I helped her pack, followed her to the airport, and cried as she left.
A few weeks after she arrived, her replies became shorter. Soon, she stopped replying completely. For over a year, she ignored my messages while posting her new life online.
I was hurt, but I moved on and focused on my fashion business. With time, I built my brand and opened my own boutique.
Last week, she suddenly called me.
She didn't ask how I was doing. She said she wanted to buy land in Lekki and needed someone trustworthy to inspect it, handle the documents, and deal with the developer.
According to her, I was the only person she could trust.
I read the message and remembered the year of silence and ignored messages.
I didn't reply. I closed the chat and went back to work.
Some people only remember you when they need something from you.