I have a passion for SPAM. Not the ‘meat’. The brilliantly-crafted poetry that lands in my junk folder once a minute from people all over the world. I feel a warm kinship toward these people and feel that by reading each and every spam email I get, I am helping to create a world of acceptance and encouragement.
My Name is Ese Ogidi financial adviser to James Ibori former Governor to Delta State in Nigeria. I want to use this medium to seek for an assistance of a foreign partner and account where we can deposit funds that is currently in Europe so as to avoid any eyebrow to know where this is deposited as advised by the financial firm in charge of the deposit.
Do you see how much you can learn from just one paragraph? Apparently in Nigeria eyebrows are sentient beings, and not to be trusted.
There is absolutely going to be a great doubt and distrust in your heart in respect of this email, coupled with the fact that, so many individuals have taken possession of the Internet to facilitate their nefarious deeds, thereby making it extremely difficult for genuine and legitimate business class persons to get attention and recognition.
What I love about this one is that he takes great pains to put me at ease and side with me against those who are facilitating their nefarious deeds. I really appreciate this gesture and wired him $10,000 based on this thoughtfulness.
The thing about spam that really blows my mind, though, is how do so many people know I am wanting a steel-like boner? I’ll never get over how well they are attuned to my needs.
So I was thinking, after the 6th straight hour of reading through my spam messages, that we have a lot to learn from these fellows. It’s their unwavering drive to provide us with products that we obviously need, and their tenacious attempts to connect us with millions of dollars from somewhere unclear, but nevertheless legit.
Today I am grateful for spammers.