Behind the enclosed shroud of a computer,
Behind the enclosed mantle of an iPhone,
Disguise in voice and image.
Disguise in all forms and shapes.
Navigating through the fictitious world
Like the devil, looking for who to devour.
When the vulnerable victim falls prey.
You will contrive him with your untruths
Believing in your gimmicks,
The prey will credit your account.
When you get the money, what do you do?
Nothing, no investment, and no goals
All will dwindle on exotic lifestyle
From one tavern to tavern, girl to girl..etc
And when it's done and dusted,
There you go again seeking clients.
Dear, Scammer.
Doom's day is here!
Your day has come!
Your price is here!
If we can play our cards,
Together, let's discard.
_Ndimancho T. Nyowikeh_
Done: 21st December 2023
At: Yaounde - Biyam Assi
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