Story: Dirty Game - Season 1 - Episode 6

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Story: Dirty Game - Season 1 - Episode 6

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 transpired;
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, am even fed up with this your bank. Could you belief 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 Ahmmed”, she said.
I marched in like a soldier.
“Am looking for Ahmmed?” 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 couldn’t hear you, could you recap?” lamenting 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”, Ahmmed 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 Ahmmed.
We both stood at the entrance of the room like a security agent.
He came back after some minutes (sweating).
“Who is Adebiyi Kabirat Ajoke?” he asked.
“Am the one”, the woman responded.
He handed an ATM card to her.
“Uncle, which machine did you use?” He asked with tremble 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 is being 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 help me 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.