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Miserable Exchange I had gone to do a little something at my old school (OBAFEMI AWOLOWO UNIVERSITY) and was on my way back home. I was only going to take a quick detour to the bank. Teachers, we hardly get the chance to do anything else than teaching. Our mornings are never free to allow us go to the bank and I had some money I had been wanting to deposit for a long time. Luckily, I got this chance to go back to school where I could easily do my transaction and be out quick to continue my journey and I was going to grab it. Now, quick information about OAU if you’ve not been there. Basically, you don’t have money if you don’t have ‘change’. ‘Change’ in school means: small denominations of money, e.g. ₦10, ₦20 etc. Nobody could be bothered to break big denominations for you. And big denominations begin from ₦50 and above. Knowing this peculiarity and knowing the least amount I had was ₦200, I had asked my friend who I stayed with to give me ‘change’. She only had ₦50, which I thought w

Let us know who you are I had reason to travel, once upon a time (not too long ago), and as the bus I was in, reached a police checkpoint, I saw the driver had squeezed an amount of money and stretched his hand out the bus towards the policeman who was supposed to 'check' us. I watched as the policeman 'secretly' collected the money and pocketed it, it was so fast, you wouldn't believe anything occurred, if you weren't already watching like I was. Not too long after that, I watched again as we approached another checkpoint and the driver this time, brought out a 500 naira note, now obviously this is big money, so the driver had to linger for some 'change', I saw as this policeman searched his pocket for 'change' for our driver, without an iota of shame. I mean, I couldn't see any sign of "I shouldn't even be doing this" on his face, none at all. When he couldn't find 'change', he beckoned, sorry, shouted at another