Olu first noticed the green light during a difficult season in his life. A faint flash in the corner of his eye, always there when he faced a heavy choice. Take the job in Abuja or stay in Lagos. Speak up for a promotion or keep his head down.
At first, it was easy to dismiss. Then it grew stronger, pulsing with a steady rhythm that seemed to tug at him. It didn’t just appear. It beckoned, as if it knew more than he did.
Today it flared as he sat across from a client, a contract on the table that could change everything. The light blinked fast, an urgent beat that matched his racing heart.
Go on, it seemed to say. This is the chance you have been waiting for.
His gut warned him to stop. A cold weight settled in his chest, yet the light burned bright enough to drown out every doubt. And so, he signed.
The ink had barely dried when the green light vanished.
The next day, he was arrested for colluding with a smuggler. The same client he had trusted.
Only then did he understand. The light had never guided him.
It had lured him.