Mama Tee Series - Money Washers

Fraudsters have always been around but their stories are very rampant these days probably because of social media.

I've had some encounters with them but today, I will share the one I had with money washers.

On this beautiful evening over ten years ago, I had strolled out into the street to get some groceries when this tall and dark man approached me. He asked for directions to any store where they sell computers. He went on to tell me that he brought in some computers and gold jewellery from Benin Republic and he didn't know anywhere in the state where he could sell them, he told me he would reward me with a gold necklace if I helped him.

I directed him to some stores around but I told him to check them the following day as they would have closed for the day, it was almost 7pm. He then pleaded with me to follow him to the place where he kept his goods so he would give me either a computer system or gold jewellery. I stupidly followed him. 'Longer throat' issa bad something hahahahaha


Don't blame me too much, I was a jobless graduate, a gift like that would have paid some bills.

We walked almost a kilometre and then stopped in front of a house, two men met us outside and he asked them how much they had raised, they both mentioned 30k and 49k. I was confused. He now told me that what he actually wanted me to see was a box he brought along with the goods. It belonged to his late uncle who worked for the central bank in Benin Republic before his death. 

In the box were 3million naira worth of #500 notes. He said the naira notes were coated with a dark coloured substance that could only be cleaned by washing it in a special chemical and the chemical was only available in the teaching hospital in the state but very expensive. He then dropped the bombshell that we would need up to 250k to buy enough for the 3million naira notes and we would share the money according to each person's contribution after washing them. 

One of them brought out the box, they opened it and I saw papers the size of our bank notes filled the box. He brought out four of the papers, pulled out a 'sample' of the special chemical from his pocket and poured it in a small plate, added little water and then washed the notes, they transformed into crispy #500 notes. He gave me one to check for authenticity, I checked and it was original lols.

He then asked me to bring any money I had on me, he also asked others to do same. I gave him the money for groceries I had with me (2k), he asked where I worked and I told him I was a jobless graduate. He now said I should go and bring all my savings, I told him I did not have any money anywhere. He said I should go and borrow, sell my things including my parent's stuff and make sure I raise a substantial amount. The two guys said they had to get to an ATM and withdraw the monies some relatives just sent in.

As we were leaving, he told us we had to swear an oath of secrecy. None of us would disclose to anyone what we were about to do because we needed to protect the money box. Hahahahahahahaha

He collected the four #500 notes that he had washed, put them on the ground and recited some incantations.
He then gave one to each of us and made us swear not to betray the gang or we die. I became scared but I couldn't back out, 3million naira was singing in my head. Lol.
Well, I did all and then I left to look for more money.


I called friends and relatives and told them I needed to borrow money urgently for an important business. They asked me about the nature of the business but I told them I would let them know after the business had been done. My brother wanted to give me some money but insisted I had to tell him what the business was.


Two of my distant relatives too warned me to be wary of fraudsters who would make me swear a fake oath of secrecy and strip me of every kobo including other people's monies.

All this while, the gang leader was calling me every minute to ask how much I had gathered, he had seen a 'mugu' hahahahaha.

After thinking for a while, I concluded it was a scam considering the way he was calling persistently, the body language of the other two guys, the way he tricked me to their hideout using computers and gold, etc. When he called again, I told him I was no longer interested. He screamed and warned me about the oath. I told him not to worry about me. He called again around 10pm and threatened me, I warned him to stay off me before I report him. He stopped calling.


That night, I was scared of falling asleep, I thought I would die for backing out. I prayed and even called my mum to pray for me. Hahahahaha

I later fell asleep. Woke up the next morning and blocked the man's number. That was how I escaped from them.

Chai! Thank God I came out complete, I could have been raped, maimed or even used for rituals. Talk of ojukokoro, anya ukwu. I wanted to reap where I did not sow.

For years, I couldn't share the story with anyone for fear of the 'oath' killing me (hahahahahahahaa) until years later when someone shared a similar story.

Dear bvs, anyone with a similar story?

Mama Tee

*My story is EXACTLY LIKE YOURS...The only difference was that they didnt get cash off me but they got my Jewelries.....

I went to drop off some cash i had gathered and et them arguing,gradually the argument became a big fight with people gathering and i kept hearing ''you are wicked,let the lady return to school and look for someone else''.

Found out it was me that they were fighting over cos of them liked me and didnt want me scammed.The fight was so big the Police became involved,i just faded into the background and RAN.