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My brown shoes II

......  I got up off the floor, dusted my self and wiped my tears. I took a warm shower and dressed up. I picked up my phone and googled the names and contacts of individuals who were selling their cars. Mostly slightly used ones. I found a few of those on various trading platforms. I then walked out to purchase a new sim card and also to meet Justin at Rawlings Circle; which was a few minutes drive from my hostel of residence. Justin was also my course mate in school. He almost never showed up for lectures so he couldn't graduate with us. He didn't seem to be bothered though. He was doing quite well for himself. Justin had a soft spot for me; he asked me out in level 100 but I turned him down; So we agreed to remain friends. He told me about his source of his income, and trust me, it's better I don't talk about it. 
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Anyways, I collected from him what I went to him for. It was a bag full of fake cash. It was really hard for anyone to detect that it was fake, except for banks and other financial institutions. He also schooled me on how to go about the plan I had. He then gave me a lift back to my hostel and wished me good luck. I called the car sellers I found online with my new sim card and arranged a meeting with them. I told them that I was interested in buying their cars and that I had ready cash as long as the car and all its documents were ready and genuine. I said a silent prayer and went to bed with high hopes. 
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On this day, I woke up, dressed up and wore a beautiful mauve petit dress with a pair of black heels. I put on some heavy make-up and I requested for a ride with my phone. I knew where I was heading to..... I also knew it was going to be a long ride. 
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Fast forward, I bought about four luxury cars with the fake money I had within three days. With Justin's help, I sold them all for legit cash within that week. Justin helped to make all the necessary changes there was to make about the cars and it's documents before we sold them. He also helped to clear any evidence that could trace the original car owners back to me. He chewed the sim Card I used for the transactions🙄. I guess he was an expert since he had been doing this for a while. I gave him his 20% cut, and I was left with money that could turn my life around.
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 It's already been two months since I completed my national service; but I'm not haunting for a regular paid Job like my fellow mates. I'm doing quite well for myself. I have rented a chamber and hall apartment around North legon and also drive a Toyota Corolla 2014 model. I also own a Deiwoo Matiz as well as a KIA Pincanto on the side; but these are for commercial purposes only. I have employed full time commercial drivers who use the cars and pay weekly sales into my account. I have also opened a boutique close to where I stay. I sell designer clothes, shoes and accessories. I import these goods from Germany, Turkey and the United Kingdom. Because of the quality of my products, very respected and reputable people troop in and out of my shop every day. Business hasn't been bad. 
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I'm very pleased with myself. I haven't been the best human being on Earth.... But I've been through the mud. You just can't see it because I decided to Walk through it with brown shoes.
Whatever that means...🙄





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