THE PRICE OF YAHOO
Sola was twenty-two when money finally noticed him.
Before then, he was just another struggling boy in Lagos. A dropout. Someone people greeted without slowing down. He watched his mother sell garri under the hot sun while his mates flooded social media with flashy cars, hotels, and champagne.
One night, frustration defeated patience. Sola followed a friend into yahoo.
At first, it felt simple. Just chatting. Just lying. Just dollars.
The first alert came in the middle of the night. Sola shouted with joy. In a few months, his life changed. He moved out of his parents’ house, bought a car, and wore clothes worth more than his old school fees. Respect followed money. Fear followed respect.
Slowly, he changed. He stopped greeting old friends. Church felt boring. Advice sounded like jealousy.
Money kept coming, but peace left quietly.
Sola began to have strange dreams. He woke up sweating, hearing his name called in the dark. He ignored it and drank more alcohol. He visited native doctors for protection. He did rituals to secure his luck. The money increased, but so did the emptiness.
Then everything collapsed.
One victim tracked him down. Another reported him. His bank accounts were frozen. His car was seized. His phone, the source of his power, became evidence.
The police did not waste time.
Prison was where Sola learned the real cost of fast money. Friends disappeared. The girls who once chased him blocked his number. Nobody came to visit.
After three years, he was released.
He came out to a world that had moved on. No money. No skills. No trust. Employers turned him away once they saw his record. Even his old friends avoided him.
One evening, under heavy rain, Sola stood on a bridge he once used for Snapchat videos when life was good. Back then, he showed cars and cash. Now, his hands were empty.
He whispered that he should have waited.
By morning, the city moved on like nothing happened.
Life did not stop.
Moral
Fast money is sweet, but the price is bitter. Yahoo may give enjoyment today, but it always returns to collect everything tomorrow.
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