It was a hot afternoon in Port Harcourt.
The sun was so strong that even the street dogs were hiding.
I, Daniel, was walking home slowly.
No money in my pocket. No food at home.
Life was hard.
My father was sick, and my mother sold vegetables just to feed us.
Sometimes, we slept without eating.
That day, I was tired. Very tired.
As I walked past a quiet street, something shiny caught my eye.
A phone.
I stopped.
It was not just any phone—it was a brand new iPhone.
My heart started beating fast.
"Who will forget this kind phone?" I whispered.
I looked around.
No one was there.
I picked it up slowly.
The phone was locked, but notifications were coming in.
Then I saw something that shocked me.
"Bank Alert: ₦1,000,000 credited."
I froze.
"One million… inside this phone?"
My hand started shaking.
This was more money than I had ever seen in my life.
At that moment, two thoughts entered my mind:
👉 "Take the phone and solve your problems."
👉 "Or return it and remain poor."
I stood there, confused.
Then suddenly…
The phone rang.
Unknown number.
I swallowed hard and answered.
"Hello…" I said slowly.
A deep voice replied:
"Please… if you found that phone… my life depends on it."
I didn't speak.
The man continued:
"That money is not just money… it's for a surgery."
My heart skipped.
"Please… I'm begging you…"
The call ended.
I stood there, holding the phone, my future in my hands.
What should I do?