SwitchOn: How my Dad used Banks In 1996 and How I do so now
Read #SwitchOn – Switch the way you pay Bills One of the most enduring images from my childhood is a Saturday afternoon in 1996. I opened the boot of my dad’s Peugeot 504 GR and found bags of raw cash. For an inquisitive and precocious six year-old searching for his pencil case, this was an eye-popping discovery, one which my irritated dad did not see the funny side of. Perhaps it was one of those childhood memory flashes which made me grow up with the enduring misconception that my (comfortable) family was “rich”. In fact, as I much later found out, dad was handling a real estate transaction as a middleman and the seller wanted his money on Monday. The buyer had paid in N3,000,000 by cheque the previous Monday and after the arduous waiting period of three working days, it would take another three working days after the weekend for the seller to get it if my dad carried out a bank transfer or used a cheque. He was left with no option than to go to the bank with the oldest, shabbi