I once donated blood for someone’s mum in 2016 and collected 5k. The woman died 2 days after the donation and this man made sure i paid back the 5k, he said “your blood killed my mum”
I went to General Hospital Gbagada to donate my blood freely and not for any fee as my normal routine was then. That day to be precise, as i was entering the hospital, two men cornered me up to know my mission...
I was scared but I instantly summoned courage and told them my mission. One of them went in to bring another man who happened to be from UK who explained the situation to me, he said his mum is 80 years and she needs blood but the blood bank wants payment...
So i said i will drop mine for free. I asked how they know that’s what i came for and they pointed to a man who knows that i do come for that.
The UK man introduced me to his elder brother, a typical Egba man and the three of us entered the blood donation center...
They brought me in as if i came to donate for their mum, and i went with the story too. I donated and they bought me 1 Maltina and milk.
As i was leaving the hospital premises, the UK man ran after me and dipped 5k in my pocket, i tried to reject even though i was happy...
but he wanted me to have it. As i was about leaving, his elder brother, the Egba man ran after me to collect his share of the 5k but I didn’t give him. He collected my number and said they would like to contact me that i’m a good man bla bla bla. Two days later...
Mama died. This man called me that his younger brother wants to see me, i met him at TBS thinking the UK man wants to thank me the more only for the Egba man to hold my trousers that Mama is dead and it’s my blood that killed him. Egbami....
Before i knew it. He was shouting at TBS and asked for the 5k to which i went to the ATM and withdraw for him.
That was my last time donating blood. I still think about it.
That’s all that happened
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