You know how elders always say not to put too much stock in money (LOL) because money can develop wings and fly away?
Yeah, I thought they were exaggerating too. Until it happened to me and one of my aunties. 
It’s like: if it happens once, maybe I am crazy. But twice? To two different people? In two different cities? 
Anyone who doesn’t believe is the crazy one.
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Here’s my story:
My landlady wanted me to pay rent via cheque (check). I don’t have cheques, so she said I could get a money order. 
(For the uninitiated, a money order is a paper that you can buy at the post office and some other places. Like a cheque, you can exchange it at the bank for cash.)
Because the post office was about five minutes from me, I decided to buy the money order during my one-hour lunch break. 
Everything went fine. I breezed through the whole process pretty fast and in about fifteen minutes, I was done. I had my very expensive paper in my purse and I was ready to go back to work. 
(Let me just interrupt here by saying that the money order value was closer to $800 than it was not. Do with that information what you will. )
Maybe I breezed too fast. Maybe a metamorphosis happened when I was not looking and my mothney order turned into a butterfly. All I know is that by the time I got to my car and looked in my purse, the money order is no longer there.
Did I mention that it was a very windy day?
I was about to go crazy. You know what, just think of a Sola Sobowale crying scene where she sits on the ground and takes off her gele. 
Yeah, that was me. Except it was all in my mind. 
After an hour, I gave up searching and I started to research what I could do to get my money back. The post office said they could not refund me (but they sent  an amazing lady who worked there to help me search).
Just as I started to think that it was gone, my Godsend worker found it, y’all. In the manhole right there in the parking lot. Somehow, my butterfly-winged-money order squeezed through the grate and found its way into the manhole.
Y’all, but seriously, if not for Jesus.

My auntie’s story
She placed her money order on her nightstand and when she came back from work, it was not there. I think it developed little ant legs and ran away because wings wouldn’t make sense indoors. Come to find out, there was an exterminator in her apartment that day. An “exterminator” who saw this thing with ant legs and thought it was a pest, so he took it. That’s the only reasonable explanation – I don’t know why you are laughing. 
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I guess the moral of the story is that there are good people in this world (like my Godsend postal worker) and there are not-so-great people (like the “exterminator”).
Which one are you? (see how I brought that full-circle? You are welcome 🙂