Trader Blues...

I was awakened this morning by a friend who wanted to discuss some Nigerian companies. This was weird since all my friends know Omodudu is not a morning person. More so I am clueless about the NSE. As a matter of fact I am close to being clueless about the NYSE. Anyway I later found out he believed he had found a loop hole - hook up in the Nigerian trading system. Not bad for an 96 hours of work. All of this is besides the story. Now here is the story. Please file this under random gist.

Let us say Omodudu was having lunch quietly at one of those restaurants that appear to be undecided between fancy or fast food. Let us then say I sight an acquaintance, an African (not that this matters). This brother had a grin and he grimaced every 5 seconds. Being a caring individual that Omodudu is, let us say I walked over and said in a polite voice, 'Is everything alright'. This is how I lost my whole lunch break. He told me about his loss from trading OTCs, how he was sure of the company's technology and the whole schpeell. At this point I should have empathised and walked away, but my curiosity go the better part of me.
Believing in my mastery of Google I proceeded to show him how we could fish this perpetrators out and at least get justice. Little did I know what I was getting into. To cut a long story short, the CEO of the company that had gone burst was just appointed CEO of a new corporation. To further exacerbate our fellow Africans pain this company were almost identical. I watched as sweat trickled down our friends fore head, it was not a pretty sight. Oh what a sight when a man realizes he had been had both ways. We made a series of phone calls, and each call led to more revelations, more website and more lawyers. At the end of the day, our friend was left to deal with is monetary loss, and even worse, the pain of realizing that the dude that brought all of this upon him was chilling in a penthouse somewhere in Canada.
After our friend made it clear to me that this practice was worse than those of scammers and calling on various gods to rain down fire and brimstone on the CEO. I bade him goodbye. I walked away thinking to myself, what the moral of the story could possibly be. Upon careful consideration I figured it out. When next you see an African brother brooding in the corner of a middle brow restaurant, eat your sandwich in peace and pretend not to notice him.