LASGIDI GIST: TALE OF AYO AND EMEKA (REAL ESTATE SCAM) PART 1

July 9, 2024

Shocking Lagos Real Estate Scam: How Desperation Led to a Fake C of O and Costly Mistakes

As the sun began to set over Lagos, the bustling city seemed to never sleep. Ayo and Emeka sat in their cluttered office, their minds racing with the realization that the Certificate of Occupancy (C of O) they were given was a fake. They had been desperate to buy a property quickly, hoping to flip it for a fast profit. In their haste, they relied on a quack lawyer who had assured them everything was in order.

Now, they were faced with the harsh truth: the property they had purchased came with fraudulent documentation.

“Emeka, what are we going to do? We’ve put everything into this deal,” Ayo said, his voice filled with anxiety.

Emeka sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. “We have to find a way out of this mess. We can’t afford to lose everything.”

Just then, their office door swung open, and in walked Chinwe, the charming but cunning lawyer who had introduced them to the fraudulent deal. Her smile was disarming, but Ayo and Emeka now knew better than to trust her appearances.

“Good evening, gentlemen,” Chinwe greeted them, her tone sweet but insincere. “I heard you’ve run into some trouble with your C of O. How unfortunate.”

“Unfortunate? That’s an understatement,” Emeka snapped. “You knew it was fake, didn’t you? You set us up!”

Chinwe’s smile didn’t falter. “Now, now, Emeka. Accusations won’t help you. I did my job. You were the ones in such a hurry to buy.”

Ayo interjected, “But you knew we were desperate. You took advantage of that.”

Chinwe shrugged. “In business, it’s survival of the fittest. But I might have a solution for you.”

Ayo and Emeka exchanged wary glances. “What kind of solution?” Ayo asked cautiously.

Chinwe leaned in, lowering her voice. “I have connections. Real ones. If you’re willing to trust me again, I can help you get a legitimate C of O. It will cost you, of course, but it’s better than losing everything, right?”

Emeka’s fists clenched, but Ayo placed a calming hand on his arm. “What’s your price, Chinwe?”

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