Twisted Fate (Episode Three)

Continued from the last part…

“Bro, try to understand me. It’s not that I am being wicked at you or maybe if you could go to that man,” she pointed to a security agent. “See if he could be of help,” she advised.

I bought her idea and went to him. I tried to explain to him.

“Who asked you to come to me self? Abeg, we don’t assist to withdraw and why can’t she withdraw for you too?” he said in anger.

So, I’m now a basket ball being thrown up and down. No problem! I said to myself and went back to the lady.

“It’s high time I left for office. I can’t join this queue. Probably I’ll come back tomorrow if and only if the patient sustains the condition till tomorrow, but hope my account will not be charged for this slip?” I asked.

“You have to return it so as not to be charged,” she replied. I gave it to her and she crossed it. I went back to office and told Mrs. Akin the latest development.

“I have told grandma to delay the check up till tomorrow since we couldn’t get the money today, so how shall we go about it tomorrow?” she asked.

“I have decided to go directly from the house to the bank tomorrow morning,” I explained.

“Are you cashing it through counter or how?” she curiously asked.

“I prefer applying for ATM, but if cashing it through counter would be the faster, I will use that,” I replied.

“Alright, let me follow you to take permission from Oga (boss) that you may likely come late tomorrow,” she said.

It was 3:45pm that day and of which my closing time used to be 3:00pm, and since the permission had been granted, I then left office for home.


I got up from bed by Mrs. Akin’s call telling me on phone that grandma was in a critical condition and needed urgent medical attention. In that case, the money will be needed to cater for her treatment. I left home as early as possible so as to get the money probably through counter, but it was quite unfortunate that I still met people on queue.

I got confused to the extent of contemplating whether to withdraw through counter by queuing or apply for the ATM. But, since ATM will still be useful for me in the nearest future, then I decided to apply for it. I informed the first customer attendant that attended to me in the previous day and she instructed me to go into a room so as to get a form. I left for the room and felt like saying I was no longer interested when I saw many a customer to be attended to, but I summoned courage and collected the form, filled it and joined the queue for ATM.

While on the queue, my phone started ringing, I looked at the screen and it was Mrs. Akin, but I decided not to pick it. She continued calling and since the call was disturbing, I decided to put the phone on vibration.

After some minutes, it came to my turn and couldn’t just believe it, the attendant was that fair lady that refused to sign for me in the previous day. She smiled and stared at me when she saw me.

“Good morning gentleman,” she greeted me.

“I pray this morning is good o,” I replied jokingly.

“It will surely good,” she responded. I submitted my form to her with the PVC.

“Where is your school ID card,” she asked and winked me.

“But, you said you don’t welcome my school ID card yesterday, why asking for it now?” I asked. (Though, I gave her.)

“That unit is different from this one. Your school ID card is needed here,” she explained in a seductive manner.

“You will have to do the photocopy of these cards o,” she said.

“Where can I do it?” I asked.

“Give it to that security man at the door to do it for you,” she said pointing to a man. She gave me my PVC and the school ID card, and then I took them to the man as instructed.

“Why didn’t you give it to me when others were giving me?” he complained.

“I was not aware about it,” I said. He murmured for some minutes and collected only the PVC from me.

“But, sir, you are to do the two cards for me,” I said.

“You need the PVC only,” he yelled at me. Then, I kept mute. He left and came back after some minutes with the photocopy.
Then, my phone started ringing, it was a strange number and I ignored it. I looked at the time, it was after twelve, and then I rushed back to the lady.

“Here is the photocopy,” I tendered it to her.

“Where is the second one?” she asked.

“He did only one for me saying the second one is not needed,” I replied.

“Who is in control? I said I needed the two. Go back to him and tell him that I said he should do it before I get back to him,” she said furiously.

See me see trouble o, see the way this small rat is sending me up and down. No wahala, I said to myself.

I went back to the security, pleaded to him and he did it for me quickly, I now went back to her. She issued me another ATM card.

“Go back to the attendant that attended to you yesterday and give the card to her,” she instructed.

I quickly went to her handed the card to her. My phone started vibrating, I looked at the screen and it was Odunola, my co-IT student, but she has completed her own training. I neglected the call. By then, the attentant was ready.


“Take it back inside to change your pin,” she said.

“What’s all this?” I murmured and collected the card from her. I went back to the fair lady.

“I was directed to bring this card back to you,” I said.

“Not here, but to that madam receiving call,” she pointed to a fat woman. While rushing to her, I saw her standing. “I will be back shortly, my attention is needed by the MD,” she told her colleagues and rushed out.

I looked at the time and it was 12:45pm, I felt like crying. If I had known, I wouldn’t have applied for this. I started blaming myself. The phone started vibrating again, but I didn’t even bother to check who was calling because I was moody.

After ten minutes, the woman came back to her seat and the following conversation ensued:

Madam: Where is your card?
Me: This is it ma (I gave it to her).
Madam; are you a student?
Me: Yes ma.
Madam: Where is your school ID card?
Me: This is it ma (I gave it to her).
Madam: I can’t accept this card from you because it has expired.
Me: Not yet expired ma. My school is still on session and since am still on I.T; the new I.D card could not be issued for now.
Madam: It’s not possible! Never!
Me: I am an IT student now.
Madam: Taiwo, come (she called the fair lady, and that was when I knew her name) check this card, look at the session, 2010/2011 and we are in 2012.
Taiwo: The card is valid ma. It seemed they were delayed by strike.
Madam: I still can’t accept this from him unless he proves his studentship.
Me: What else do you still need when I have told you am still exercising my I.T (I yelled at her and walked out on her to where customer’s wardrobe was, took my logbook with my and other relevant credentials, I went back to show her; she checked it very well and became sober).
Madam: Enter your pin on the machine.
Me: (I entered my four digit number). What next?
Madam: Your card is ready for use.

I collected the card and looked back nostalgically to where the journey started from. I packed my belongings on her table and left for the ATM stand to withdraw. I was fortunate to see a free machine and quickly inserted my new card without any delay. I kept on looking at the screen waiting for it to be ready so as to enter my pin when I saw “please, insert your card”. I couldn’t trust my eyes with what I saw, so I wiped my face with my volar and re-checked.

“Please, insert your card” was still on the screen.

“Which card again, what about the one I’ve inserted?” I kept on asking the machine as if it was a human being.

“You shouldn’t have used the machine, it has swallowed someone’s card before now,” a lady said to me.

I checked the time and it was 1:15pm. I was so furious and went back to the first attendant.

“You are still here!” she asked in surprise.

“In fact, I’m even fed up with this your bank. Could you believe that my newly collected card has been swallowed by a machine,” I lamented.

“Go to the room where the card was issued and ask of Ahmed,” she said.

I marched in like a soldier. “I’m looking for Ahmed?” I asked a staff standing not knowing that he was the one I was looking for.

“Any problem?” he asked.

“There is!” I took my time to explain to him.

He was about to speak when a short woman like a mortar spoke for him, “You will have to come back because he just left the place now and you can’t ask him to go back there again,” she lamented.

I went crimson immediately. “What are you telling me? What was he employed for? I can’t hear you, can you recap?”My lamentation continued, “I’ve been parading here since yesterday and the card was just issued some minutes ago and your useless machine swallowed it, and you are still telling me to come back later,” I said. “You must be joking,” I poured angrily.

Yes! Good! I like you! Well done, the customers around hailed me and the woman started shivering like water lily.

“I will get it for you, just take it easy,” Ahmed said in a low voice. He was about to leave when a woman with the same problem as mine came in. “Stay here while I check for both of you,” said Ahmed.

We both stood at the entrance of the room like a security agents. He came back after some minutes, sweating.

“Who is Adebiyi Kabirat Ajoke?” he asked.
“I’m the one,” the woman responded. He handed an ATM card to her.

“Uncle, which machine did you use?” He asked with tremor in his voice.

“We used the same machine,” I responded.

“Sir, I guess the system has returned your card, because I couldn’t see it. Therefore, you will need to go back outside before it would be taken,” he said.

On hearing this, my eyes bulged out like that of dragon-fly thirsty of water and I fled out of the bank to the ATM stand where I met a guy standing beside the machine that swallowed my card.

“Chairman, please, did you see a card?” I asked like a beggar looking for a Samaritan.

“What is your name sir?” he asked.

“Babatunde Afeez Demola,” I replied. He handed my card to me and went to sit in a Toyota Camry car.

I tried another system with the card and it was successful.

Read Part Four.

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