During my NYSC year, I taught a wealthy man's son at home. He paid me for the first three months. From the fourth month, nothing. The fifth month, nothing. The sixth month, nothing. Every month came with another ridiculous excuse. His wife's mother had died. He had just paid his brother's school fees in the UK. Excuse after excuse. Meanwhile, his seven-year-old daughter would excitedly tell me how Daddy took them out, bought them chicken, and spoiled them with gifts. After four months without pay, I stopped going. I couldn't keep spending money on transportation to work for free. One Sunday, I discovered he attended my same Church I attended during my service year. He was even a church leader who sat in the front row. I tried to avoid him so he wouldn't feel embarrassed seeing me. Then the church announced a fundraising project. The same man who couldn't pay my ₦20,000 monthly salary donated ₦500,000! Five hundred thousand naira! I sat there, humiliated and shocked. He could donate half a million publicly but couldn't pay me for work I did. Through him, I eventually met the state governor. So, it wasn't that he lacked money or connections. He simply chose not to pay me. Till today, he owes me four months' salary. I begged for my hard-earned money even after NYSC until I eventually gave up. The person I pitied most was his cook, who often begged me for transport money to get home. Some wealthy people will donate millions in church, shout Amen, and sit in the front row while deliberately withholding their workers' salaries. Since then, if you like donate millions in public, I won't clap for you because your "colleague" is still owing me, and I believe you're owing your workers too. Wickedness!