Two years had passed since Timi's fateful decision to become a Yahoo boy, but despite his efforts, he had yet to hit the big time. All he had to show for his efforts were a few small transactions totaling no more than ten dollars .The frustrations were mounting, and Timi was starting to question if this was truly the life he wanted. He couldn't help but wonder if he'd been foolish to believe that this could lead to a better life for him and his mother.Still, he refused to give up.
As Timi struggled to find his footing in the Yahoo boy world, his brothers, Dali and Lekan, seemed to have hit the jackpot. They were living the high life, rolling in money and flashing expensive hotels . They were the epitome of the successful Yahoo boys.Timi watched from the sidelines, seething with jealousy. "What am I doing wrong?" he asked himself. "Why can't I seem to make it like they have?"The more he thought about it, the more determined he became to succeed.
They didn't have flashy cars yet, but they had the latest iPhones, decked out with all the coolest accessories. They were the epitome of young and successful fraudsters, living the kind of life that Timi desperately wanted for himself.Timi couldn't help but wonder if his brothers were holding something back from him. Was there a secret to their success that they weren't sharing? He knew he couldn't continue like this, struggling to make even the smallest transactions while his brothers thrived.
As Timi struggled to find his way in the world of internet fraud, he couldn't help but think about his mother's profession as an Osun priestess.She was a woman of great wisdom and spiritual power, and Timi couldn't help but wonder if there was something she could do to help him. Could she perhaps offer him some guidance or divine intervention to help him succeed?Timi wasn't sure if his mother's spiritual power could extend to the world of internet fraud, but he was willing to try anything at this point.
Timi's thoughts turned to his mother's shrine, a small but sacred space in their home. He knew that she communed with the spirit of Osun there, seeking guidance and wisdom from the Orisha.One night, after his mother had retired to her room, Timi crept to the shrine. He knelt before the small altar, his heart pounding."Osun," he whispered, his voice quivering with uncertainty. "I need your help. I'm lost and don't know what to do. Please, guide me."
As Timi knelt before the shrine, he felt a sudden chill in the air, as if the spirit of Osun were listening to his plea."You have lost your way," a voice whispered in his mind, a voice that sounded like his mother but also somehow different, more ancient, more powerful. "You seek wealth, but you do not know the true path to it."Timi swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on the shrine. "What should I do?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper."Remember who you are," the voice said, more forceful now.
Timi felt a rush of confusion and fear as he listened to the voice of Osun."What do you mean?" he asked, his voice shaking. "Who am I supposed to be?""You are the son of your father," the voice replied, "and you have forgotten the lessons he taught you. He taught you to be honest, to be hard-working, to be kind. You have turned your back on these lessons."Timi's heart sank as he realized the truth of Osun's words.
Timi's mother and Osun were not against him being a Yahoo boy, per se. They were concerned about his priorities, his sense of morality, and his lack of focus on the values that his father had instilled in him. They wanted Timi to remember who he was and to stay true to himself, even as he pursued success in this dangerous and illegal world.
With each passing day, Timi became more and more consumed by his new lifestyle. He found himself staying up late into the night, searching for new scams and new targets. He stopped going to see his mother's shrine, and he stopped asking for Osun's guidance.But one day, as he was counting his latest haul of cash, a strange feeling came over him. He suddenly remembered his mother's words, and he realized that he had forgotten something important: his father's legacy.
In Timi's community, the economic crisis and rampant unemployment had pushed many young people into a life of cybercrime. It seemed that everyone had a cousin or a friend who was involved in some kind of scam or fraud, whether it was Yahoo Yahoo, or something else.For many, it was not a choice but a necessity. With no jobs and no opportunities, young people like Timi felt that they had no other options if they wanted to survive and provide for their families."We're just trying to survive," Timi would tell himself. "It's not like we have any other choices."
And for a while, that was enough to justify his actions. After all, what was the alternative? To work for peanuts in some menial job, just to barely scrape by? Or to become another statistic in the endless cycle of poverty and despair?But deep down, Timi knew that there had to be another way. He couldn't keep living like this, with the constant threat of arrest or even death hanging over his head. He knew that he had to find a way out, before it was too late.
Timi was indeed finding success in the Yahoo boy lifestyle and, given the dire economic situation in Nigeria, it seemed like the only viable option for him.Despite the risks and moral quandaries, Timi found himself drawn deeper into the world of internet fraud. He began to associate with more experienced Yahoo boys, learning new techniques and expanding his network. Before long, he was making thousands of dollars per month, living a lavish lifestyle that he could only have dreamed of before.