Life Story: My Own Case of Mistaken Identity

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by Lisa Ephraim




After reading Carl’s Mistaken story, I can now try to bear the pain of my own mistaken identity.

 
It happened at Okota, Lagos.

The sun had beaten me all the way from court.

With my suit as a new wig, I entered a store to take a chilled drink.


I was gulping down my drink when I suddenly saw stars.


Literally!


I thought this must be the rapture I had been waiting for, but the pain from my eyes brought me back to reality.


The woman that slapped me was now holding the collar of my shirt, shouting on top of her voice, “Chioma e jide gom gi! Okwa ilisigo ego nwanne m nwoke na Jos gba oso, okwa ya. I ga agbo ha tata!


“Chioma, I have caught you today! You have eaten my brother’s money in Jos and run away! You must vomit it all today!”


She asked her daughter to run and go and call Brother Okwudili and inform him that she has caught Chioma.


The more I tried to make her understand that I was not Chioma, the guiltier I looked.


The owner of the shop quickly drove us out after the woman narrated how her brother, Okwudili, paid my way through school and I graduated in Economics and still stole all his money and ran.


A little crowd had gathered.


I told them I was a lawyer coming from court and they started making fun of me.


I was called a fake lawyer.


They were so infuriated that they were about to lynch me when one guy among them asked that I’d be given the benefit of the doubt since Okwudili was already on his way coming.


Thankfully, they agreed.


But the woman still held me tightly.


Finally Okwudili came.


Sister, o buro Chioma bu ihe a,” he said. “This is not Chioma o.”


Idikwa sure?” the woman asked. “Are you very sure?”


O buro ya!” Okwudili said. “She is not the one, I’m sure.”


That was when I began to cry.


She was so apologetic, but I was too shaken to care.


I can never forget that experience.

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31 thoughts on “Life Story: My Own Case of Mistaken Identity

  1. Lol! Iyke the last thing on my mind at that point was suing the woman. I just wanted to disappear from that place. The embarrassment was on another level. Na God save me o. I keep imaging the what ifs……_

  2. What do you expect from a country where everyone is a fighter, every day is a battle. So glad you weren't harmed dear.

  3. Nduka due process ke? The lady just wanted to beat the living day light out of the lady that ripped her brother off. Thank God I didn't pay for another person's crime . Thanks.

  4. Thanks Glo. Do you blame people,the justice system in this country is so slow, by the time judgement is given the original parties might have joined the ancestors. God will help us. Thaanks again Dnb for sharing my story. Am humbled.

  5. He did o and we are very good friends till date. When he narrated the Chioma experience I understood the sisters anger.

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