In otiti village, everyone knew when somebody suddenly “hammered.”(that means became rich or succesful) New cloths, loud greetings, fresh swagger, new cars, huge mansion in the village, in short money always makes noise. So when Musa came back from Lagos wearing designer slippers and spraying cash at the junction, the whole village knew he had hammered. “He don blow!”(meaning again that he has become rich or successful) Baba Madu screamed at the kiosk owner.“Correct guy,” the youths agreed, studying his sunglasses like they held secrets. Musa rented the biggest house in the village, painted it bright yellow, and bought a loud generator that roared every evening. He moved like a king, speaking English the village didn’t understand.“I’m into import and export business ,” he said. Nobody questioned him. The country had trained them well, When money appears, don’t ask where it comes from, just get your own share and move. He began sponsoring events, buying drinks for strangers, promising the youth opportunities abroad.Mothers begged him to help their sons. Girls followed him around everywher like perfume. Even the chief called him Chief. Musa smiled, enjoying the worship and attenetion. Then one market day, government vans rolled in, in there trademark red hilux vehicles, The corruption agency jackets bright red like danger. They didn’t greet anyone. They walked straight to Musa’s new yellow house and knocked down the gate. By evening, the truth spread faster than fire. Musa wasn’t rich. He was a fraudster . The money wasn’t investment or success. It was stolen. Quick cash, stupid cash , a fool’s gold. The same people who praised him now hissed. “ Look at this unfortunate idiot. Thought Fraud is career?” “He should have learned work like others.” Musa watched through the police van window as his worshippers turned to judges. In that moment, he realized something cruel about life.