30/04/2026
HOW MUCH DO YOU TRUST YOUR FRIEND ❓❓❓
I think different 📌
The sudden death of Ogidi has thought me alot.
Do you know, He didn’t die because he was guilty.
He died because he trusted the wrong person.
It started like every other normal day, nothing heavy, nothing suspicious. Just a simple call from someone he called “brother.”
They had been friends for years, the kind of friendship that doesn’t ask too many questions. The kind built on laughter, shared struggles, and an unspoken belief that “my guy won’t ever put me in trouble.” So when the call came, it felt ordinary.
“Please, help me pick up a waybill at the motor park.”
That was all.
No warning. No explanation. No hint that this small favor would become the last decision he would ever make.
Because when you trust someone, you don’t interrogate them.
You don’t ask, “What’s inside?”
You don’t imagine danger hiding behind their voice.
You just show up.
And he did.
He walked into that motor park carrying nothing but loyalty, loyalty so pure it blinded him. But the moment he received that package, everything changed. The air shifted. Eyes followed him. Suspicion grew like wildfire.
Inside that waybill was not something harmless.
It was a pistol.
Bullets.
Trouble he never signed up for.
Before he could speak… before he could even understand what was happening… hands were already on him. Accusations flew. His voice drowned in confusion.
“I don’t know anything about this I swear…”
But nobody listened.
Nobody ever does.
They handed him over to the police, not as a helper, not as an innocent man, but as a criminal already judged.
And then came the moment that should never exist.
No investigation.
No evidence tested.
No chance to call the friend who sent him even when he screamed "Take me to Sapele,it's my friend,I'll take you to him. I'm innocent..I KNOW KNOW,he deceived me"..
No chance to prove that his only crime was loyalty.
They pulled the trigger.
In front of people.
In broad daylight.
Like his