Mike Adewale was the kind of boss who
never mixed his home life with his
business life. It wasn’t until I got a dot
com break through that I went to his
house and met his wife.
It had never bothered me that he never
invites any of his employees to his
house. To my understanding there was
nothing special about a boss who takes
his employees as part of his family. It
just seemed aberrant to invite your
employees to dinner and chew over non
work related issues.
Mike Adewale wasn’t that kind. He was
strictly the medieval type of boss.
He hunted for the best IT professionals
the country can provide and lured them
from their working place with high
salaries and perks. To loyalist geeks this
was disgusting, but to geeks who
ventured into Info tech to make a living
if not a fortune this was music to the
ears. Earning high salaries and perks as
an IT guru was rosy aspect of being an
IT specialist. But the requirements were
sometimes hefty: no office romance,
your only companion is your desk and
everything on it, deliver before deadline,
coming in before opening time and
leaving after your supervisors. Though
tedious, the money and perks involved
made it worth it.
I had been a freelance developer, doing
spare time projects and trying my hands
on web app startups, getting little or no
revenue for my brilliant ideas I had
switched to blogging, affiliate marketing,
domain flipping and mini importation. As
none of these were my passion I had
quit and left someone else to run them
and tried my hand one more time on
developing solutions through mobile
apps and desktop soft wares. One of
these caught Mike Adewale’s attention.
I remember checking my mail box on
that cold Sunday morning on Christmas
Eve to see a new message from
firstname.lastname@example.org . I was mystified; the
name TMN was synonymous with the
biggest tech company in Nigeria. Seeing
an email from a well-known tech
company sitting in my inbox, without
further ado I clicked and waited for the
usual process of sending to and fro to
the web server, the message I saw was
brief but enough to get me on my feet.
My cellphone started ringing, I checked
the caller id, and it was my close buddy
Ken and I met at MacDonald University
where we both studied, I was a computer
science major and he was studying
mechanical engineering. We kick started
our friendship after sharing similar
interest in robotics. Ken and I haven’t
spoken to each other in quite some time.
“Hey Ken! Where have you been?” I said.
“Hey buddy it’s a very long story.” came
“Ok where are you now? Want to come
play call of duty with a master?” I said
“No thanks think I will pass” ken’s voice
“What’s the matter bro? You are
“Look Charles I am in serious trouble
and I need your assistance”
“What kind of trouble and assistance?” I
said knowing what the reply would be
“I need cash bro and you know…”
“Not going to happen” I cut him short.
“Pardon” – ken.
“I said No Ken!”
“I don’t need a reason for refusing to
give you my money, but here is a few.” I
was already clicking on the mail fuming.
“I don’t pick money from shrubs, I work
hard for it and that’s what you should be
doing instead of always asking me for
money by the way what do you do with
them and what makes you think I owe
you a dime! Look Ken… hello hello” the
line was dead.
Looking at my computer screen and
holding a cup of hot coffee with my left
hand I leaned closer to read the email.
Mr. Charles michael, TMN Inc. noticed
your new app on play store and would like
to make an acquisition, please visit our
office at VI to finalize the deal if you are
interested. Ps meet with mike adewale the
I sipped at the Nescafé and deliberated
over the message, the phone call with
Ken still bothering my mind!
Last I heard TMN was going through
innovation block, nothing new to present
to the customers.
This was bad news for the company but
good news for me. A desperate
company would be willing to pay high for
a product and a developer would be
willing to charge high.
Now I don’t feel certain that the app I
developed albeit useful would be of any
good use to a company like TMN, but
since they were pricing then I was
VI – Victoria Island. The company’s
headquarters, my residence
If I stood from my apartment’s window, I
could see the company’s logo on the top
their building, a yellow background with
the circled text ‘TMN’ written on it.
Starring at the last sentence in the
message I downed the remaining
This was going to be a huge sale.
My phone vibrated and checked to see
who the message was from ‘Ken’
I hastily opened the text which content
read; “Back stabber! I can’t believe we
are friends, am in serious need of money
and you can’t come through for me, you
wicked soul am cutting all ties with you!
Go to hell I shall pay you back for this, I
will deal with you idiot! Your Mother!”
I wasn’t surprised this wasn’t the first
time Ken sent such messages when I
refuse to give him money, but this one
came with a threat. I scoffed at his
threat ‘this broke a-s couldn’t harm a
Christmas to me was a scam activity so
I don’t celebrate, I left the next day to
TMN, I was going to make a sale of
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