7 Times Nigerian Banks Broke My Heart

All Nigerian banks are the same-

I (2017)

Pass me the handkerchief. Last week, Diamond Bank broke my heart. It is a big deal, so big that it prompts this blog. Firstly, Diamond Bank is a bank I love(d), it is the only bank I opened without anyone compelling me to. Straight from the secondary school, clueless and innocent, I walked into the banking hall of Diamond Bank and said ‘I want to open an account’. Second, Diamond Bank is the last belief I sold myself that the Nigerian Banking industry has hope.

So when Diamond Bank hit me, they hurt my love for them and my hope that Nigerian Banking industry is not over.

And Kingsley wept.

The Diamond assault hit me so much that it opened the old wound Nigerian banking industry inflicted on me. So I decided to count my banking bruises and name them one by one.

1, GT Bank

I opened GT Bank in 2014 because I wanted a Mastercard ATM card for online shopping. I was under the impression, rightly so, that Guaranty Trust Bank is the most digital-friendly bank and that they alone give MasterCard to saving accounts. Wow. I opened the account. Online.

Yes, I sat before my laptop and opened the account. Scanned my passport and uploaded. Scanned my signature and uploaded. Poom-poom, poom-poom. I got a text message containing my account number.

I didn’t fund the account until in 2016. What!!!

Don’t shout here, please. You have the right to remain silent for whatever you say here can be used against you the law court. I didn’t fund the account for nearly two years because I didn’t have money. Is it not money that has space that goes to the bank? Between 2014 and 2015, I was serving, jobless, unemployed, underemployed and self-employed (winks). When I worked, my salary finished before the 15th of the month.

GT Bank didn’t seem to bother. They kept sending me wishes on my birthday and during Christmas, Easter etc. During BVN registration, I linked up. No problem. That means they still regard me as their customer. If anyone called for people banking with GT to come out, I would have run up the stage. We are all customers, both those who have money and those without money in the bank. Equality before the bank.

Early 2016, GT Bank sent me a message that my account was unfunded. Reluctantly, from the little I had, I transferred something into my GT Bank. I didn’t get an alert. After few days I dropped by in the bank and they told me that my account was dormant. That where did I open the account? I said online. They said what town? I said Zaria. They said they will send an email to Zaria.

I didn’t understand. I opened an account online in Zaria. Does that mean I am a GT Bank Zaria branch customer? Can you see my account? I asked. Yes. Can you verify it is mine? Yes. You know for sure it is dormant? Yes. Why can’t you unlock it? Because you opened the account in Zaria.


I left, unsatisfied. A few days later, I returned. The Zaria emailed has not been responded to. I left. Another day, I returned. The email hasn’t been responded to. I said I cannot take this. Do something. They said I must open a fresh account with the driver’s license, voter’s card, NEPA bill etc. A fresh account! What about the money in the other account. The guy began to say something about Zaria.

I wept.

2, ECO Bank

I was broke, I had three thousand in my account, more than one week to the end of the month. I can manage. I went to the Eco Bank in the next door to withdraw 1K. As soon as I slot in the card, they seized it. I went in and they asked me to go to hell, nicely. I rushed to my bank, First Bank. They charged me 1,050 naira for a new one. My balance, 1,992 naira. Ahhh. I can only withdraw 1K with nearly ten days to payday!

I perished.

Read, also: Letter to the Girl Who Wants to Sell Virginity for 600K

3, UBA Bank

During my recession days, UBA was the bank I used for my salary which is not more than a stipend which finished before the 15th of every month. So every naira counted. But UBA refused to be helpful. I was running a zero account but UBA woke up one day and said my minimum balance was 1k. Period.

They don’t send me credit alerts. Only debit alerts. Sometimes, I would be broke, money would be paid into my account and I wouldn’t know. I would eat from mouth to hand when my money was wasting in the bank! Sometimes, I would borrow money, transport myself to the bank with the hope that my salary was in there, I would see nothing. Trekking things, on empty stomach!

Why not use an app? you ask. I downloaded the app but it wouldn’t work on my phone.

And from time to time, just to piss me off, they would deduct 50 naira stamp duty from my broke ass’s account usually when the account was like this 8,035. Minus 50 naira. Balance 7,985. Brutality!

Plus hidden charges. I would have 11,365 naira balance this week, next week it would be 10,987. Noooooooooooo!

Honestly, between UBA and my employers, I was screwed. The beautiful tag team beat me with my shinbone on my head. My friend, a fellow-victim once said he would rather keep his money inside asusu box than touch UBA Bank with gloves! And I say give that guy a medal!

4, First Bank

Didn’t open this bank, NYSC forced me to. They came to our CDS meeting hall and took our details and passports. As soon as I got my account number, complications set in.

One, the nearest bank (in Ikirun) refused to give us ATM cards, that we should go to the branch that opened the account. Inisa Branch, they said. Some people heard Ilesa. Chartered a bus, went to Ilesa and were told Inisa, idiots, Inisa not Ilesa. Ah ha! Waste of time, money and energy. But why can’t any branch give you an ATM card why, why, why?!

The First Bank ATM in Ikirun was usually congested but the network was horrible. Sometimes, you will transport yourself to town and ATM isn’t working. Sometimes, they will debit you and not pay you till you fill some damn form and wait 48 hours.

I forgave them.

Then First Bank learned a bad thing. They began to deduct hundred naira for ATM maintenance for the ATM card in my pocket! They did this for three or four consecutive months. I ran to twitter to quarrel with their handle. This amount is negligible but it was during my battle with UBA. When I got my salary on UBA, I would transfer all to First Bank which was saner. It was painful because every 100 they deducted reduced my withdrawal power by 1K. 7032 today, 6,932 after their maintenance charge.

I nearly had a cardiac arrest.

Late last year, they began to charge me 65 naira for every single withdrawal I made from another bank ATM. And First Bank ATMs are far away from my place/work. They care not. It wasn’t the hosting bank problem because this happened with me in at least three different third-party banks! I sent them an email in grammar complaining; they responded with grammar that I was mistaken. I went mad.

Then I got their app. They told me I couldn’t transfer more than 20k a month without a token. So if I needed to transfer 35K to you, I would have to transfer 20K tonight and the remaining 15K the next morning. What nonsense. I gave up on the app, then they sent me a message saying you can now send 500 thousand naira per day! Una father there!

5, Union Bank

I didn’t bank with this bank. My friend in my service year did. It was painful to me because I was the one who lent him money whenever his bank messed up. And they messed up a lot. Their ATM points in Osun State hardly worked. Most other bank ATMs rejected their cards. You have to withdraw over the counter. Woe unto you if you run out of money in the weekend! And even at the counter, sometimes they would tell you that their network was poor and your transaction couldn’t be processed.

And my guy would say, Guy, come borrow me money and I would give him and give until my money finished, then both of us would be at the mercy of Union Bank of Africa.

Read, also: Ten Signs You are Not Ready for Marriage

6, UBA (Again!)

Yes, again. This one happened in my 100 level days. My school fees. I paid, wrote my admission number on the teller and the fat fellow seated behind the counter like a toad expecting nonuplets,  typed someone else’s admission number. When he printed the payment details for me and I saw Juliet as the name, my heart stopped beating; the world stood still. For a second, I didn’t remember my name and my gender and my level. I was identity-less.

Slowly, like a cold snake up the spine, realisation hit me.

My name is not Juliet.

I am not a girl.

And I am not in 200 level.

That was when I began to shout.

7, Diamond Bank

Wipes tears. This one is still fresh in my mind. We have crossed the 1500-word mark. Talking about Diamond will gut another 1500 words. That will be another blog post entirely, plus I still love the bank and washing our dirty lines outside require redder eyes, the type that comes from another long pull from the bottle of ka-kai.

Now, here’s what I am going to do. I will walk to the Diamond Garden Avenue Branch and have a chat with the customer care. There is this fair, amazing girl in that section who pronounces my name with honey in her voice. I will tell her about my problem and we’ll go to Roban and talk about it. If the talk goes fine, she may come to my apartment and resolve the problem (if you don’t hear from me again, we have settled the case like family, amicably). Otherwise, world war three!

Note: Comment your experience with your bank. I told my colleague that all banks are the same and she said no, her bank is perfect. Please comment your bank’s woes. She’s wrong about her bank and I need you to help me prove it to her.

I am outta here.

Tweets to @Oke4chukwu

Dear Lady Who Wants to Sell Virginity for 600K

Dear Lady,
Good morning. Or good afternoon or evening. I don’t know the time there. It doesn’t matter. What matters is the good. On Friday (I work in the media so I see all the news as they break) I saw the headline ‘Nigerian lady wants to sell virginity for 600K.’ The devil wants to use someone, I thought dismissively and scrolled on. I didn’t bother reading.

At home, I saw the news (again) on Facebook. I read it. I felt anger at the sight of simplicity and confidence in sexual solicitation in its shameless and sleazy height; anger which thawed into a feeling mixed with pity and frustration in near-equal proportions. But, I reasoned, this may just be a publicity stunt or a sinister prank. Whatever, it has claimed media attention and I would write about it. I felt better.

Miss, you want to sell your virginity for 600 thousand naira? It’s your body, your virginity and your account number. I won’t tell you what to do with your body, your virginity and your account number. But I have a few things to say before you go that road. I am an intellectual and putting mouth on things that concern me not is my business. I have plenty issues with your proposal, but I would dwell on just three.

1, You sold yourself very cheap.
600 thousand is a big amount in this recession but even 600 is too small for your virginity. How much should virginity go? No amount. Virginity is priceless. You said you’re not a prostitute that you just wished to give it to a man that would value your pride.

You see, pride, like integrity and peace of mind etc, are some things that cannot be sold in the market, if you really have them. I have said it before, you must, if you want to take your life seriously, have some things in your life that money cannot buy, that can never go for sale.

By putting a price tag between your leg, you turned yourself into a cheap commodity like a goat and ogiri that can be turned around, accessed, bargained and rightly dismissed. You said, ‘I have standing boobs, moderate ass and very tight virgin (you mean vagina).’ Hahaha. You warned you are not a prostitute. You are not, my dear, you are an expensive one. So expensive yet so cheap.

2, You’re playing with your life
This is Nigeria. I know there are many men who would pay as much to sleep with a famous celebrity. It’s not virginity or the sex they are after, it’s the bragging in the beer parlour that I slept with this superstar actress and that sexy musician that they desire. Most of the people who would gladly pay this amount for a celebrity would not bargain it, they would bring the money in cartons. Blank cheque.

But for a hustler offering blatant sex, I can bet those who would be interested are mostly people who would want to get ‘profit’ from it. Yahoo boys, ritualists, devils parading as men would sure apply. Those kinds of men whose manhood spit, not sperm, but maggots, men who have the ability to make you bleed for more than a week after the act, men who would destroy you, men who would eat you whole and vomit you alive yet not so alive.

I shudder.

Sex is not just a physical affair. It goes deep, deeper than that. Once some man climbs you, your life would never remain the same; your life might will alter for the worst.
You want to sell your virginity? some psycho could win the bid and gather his type, a group of rapists to ‘show the greedy girl’. They might even make video of it and blackmail you for the rest of your life.

I’m not trying to frighten you but the odds that this would be your first and last sex is not minimal, the chances that you would look back to this event and eat yourself with regret is much. The sex might as well go without any visible backlash, but this is your body, your life, why should you subject it to such immeasurable risk?

3, You’re a victim and promoter of female subjugation.
Virginity is wrongly defined. In two ways. First, it’s defined as the state of having not engaged in penetrative sex. Sex goes beyond penetration (except you are saying homosexuals are virgins).

Virginity is primarily about innocence. A woman who calls herself a virgin but eats sugarcane, allows a man loosen her bra and explore is not a virgin. Same with a man who hasn’t had sex but masturbates. I have seen so many virgins who know about sex, sexual pleasure and orgasm more than half the women in their mother’s age grade.

Once you have enjoyed the ecstasy of sex you have lost it. Except you wish to deceive yourself.

Secondly, which is where I have the major problem, virginity is defined as female virginity. The society talks about and expects sexual purity but they actually look only at women purity. Men’s purity is a mere footnote. That’s why our ancestors place a white cloth on the bed on the wedding night to see if she woman had been defiled and lost her virgin blood elsewhere. No one cared about the man’s. In their wisdom, they failed to make allowance for a woman whose hymen might have broken through some form of exercise.

Today we have inherited that woman-virginity-is-supreme mentality. And by auctioning your body, you have affirmed victim status of the gender sexual bias. And by so doing, friend, you’ve put on the big screen the objectification of the vagina.

I don’t think you are very smart. As a matter of brutal fact, you are confused. Recall where you wrote if any man wants something serious, it must be marriage at first sight. Ah ha. But as confused as you are, as shallow as your thought capacity sounds, you have, without knowing it, fanatically expanded the sexploration industry and become a symbol of its foundation. You have begun a story in your life. And it’s not a comedy.

Don’t let the devil misuse you.

Yours Sincerely,