In the night club at night, a handsome young man wearing
shiny boot with a clean 21st century African hair cut style smoking
cigar with a beautiful lady on his right hand side. His name is Patoo or am
sorry he is Patrick, that is what he has registered himself in the Indian
immigration office in Bangalore, Patoo is what he like to call himself but his
friends call him Obi since he looks like Michael Obi the Chelsea Football
Player. But is really name is Vincent Obiereka, The name i didn’t know that
until after one year of being friends.
First time when we met at the night club Friday evening
after working hours I saw him looking at me, he likes smart people, the way I
was dresses he was sure am coming from cooperate company with good cash at the
pocket. He came to me and say “Hi bro” do you mind if I join you, I said no big
deal have a sit. We talked different stuffs about Africa with laughter and joy
until when he asked me, what do you do, for the living. I laughed and told am a
programmer, he said wow am a programmer too. I was like no way!!! I made a joke
“…….and I thought geeks don’t go out to have fun”, he replied geeks don’t have
fun but hackers does. I said to myself this is getting interesting, “so you are
the hacker by professional? “ I asked him. He told me let’s meet every Friday
night I will be telling you stories about Nigerian hackers just make sure you
cover the drinks “ahahahahah” I laughed. That is when I started to be friend
one of the most wanted Nigerian Hackers in India.
Months have passed I met him again in another night club as
usual its Friday night this time he asked me aren’t you going back home for
holidays. I told him I wish, i could but cash issues is what make me stack in
Bangalore. He asked me what is the problem the ticket or? I said yeah the
ticket cost is high bro this season is almost 1800USD up and down wright now
and am bit broke. He told me am going to take you home with Emirates economy
class for just 200USD……, and I thought the guy was joking, “don’t tell me that
shit” i challenged him. He told me don’t give me the cash until I brought to
you your ticket with your name on it and you can go to the passenger manifest
list at the Emirates HQ Bangalore and confirm your sit if you want. I was like,
dudes don’t mess around with me, and we have known each other long enough don’t
screw our friendship with these stuffs. He said “I told you, am the hacker but
you didn’t ask me who am i working for,which company and how do I make all this
money to do these kind of spending”. “am a private hacker, giving back to the
people what the rich has taken from them” he insisted. He told me if you are
not ready then tell any of your friends who want to go home for just 200 USD to
contact me.
One time, the sad news come from back home Tanzania, one of
my friend lost his parent and he wanted to come back home. The guy was broke
and few months back I told him the story of my hacker friend, he told me please
tell him to do something, I told him he is bluffing but the guys insisted until
I hook him up with Vincent the hacker. Surprisingly my friend got the ticket
from Vincent, a real stuff since he checked with the passenger manifest at the
HQ and he was provided with all the privilege including free food and lodging
during transit. My friend was afraid but he wanted to come back home, oh yes he
came home and attend the funeral for just 400USD ticket costs from the actual
price of 1800USD. Believe me I was never shocked in my life like that time, I
asked myself what the guy did to get the access to the ticket, and not just a
ticket a legit ticket. I asked myself questions without answers now I started
to believe the stories of the mighty Nigerian hackers.
I said to myself no way I have to find out how he did it, to
be continued….