I kept ₦20M in my mom’s safe. Next morning she was gone with it—and I laughed because of what was inside

I stared at it for a long second.

Then I stood, picked up my keys, and headed for the door.

Because I wasn’t going to call.

I wasn’t going to argue.

And I definitely wasn’t going to beg.

I was going to finish it.

—

When I walked into the hotel lobby, they didn’t see me right away.

They were too busy.

My mother was at the front desk, speaking with tight, controlled frustration.

Amara stood beside her, arms crossed, jaw clenched.

“…there must be a mistake,” she was saying. “We gave you cash.”

The receptionist maintained a polite smile.

“I understand, ma, but the notes you provided are not valid legal tender.”

Not valid.

Not real.

Exactly.

My mother leaned in, lowering her voice. “Do you know who we are?”

I almost smiled at that.