My Mechanic and I: AIT Presenter's Ordeal with a fraudulent mechanic

Ace broadcaster and AIT Presenter, Lara Wise took to her page today to narrate her ordeal in the hands of her mechanic, recall earlier that she accused the mechanic of sharp practices of the silencer and how he apologized? Now is another twist to the story, read below.

Ahhhhhhhh. I will 'kee' sombori today, I won't swear.

Recall my bitter experience with my panel beater who sold me a refurbished 'silencer' for new?

Recall how upon finding out I went to him and how he begged and applogised, blaming the devil for his action? How he begged me to give him a week to replace it? How he Called after two weeks to say he was ready? How I went there and he gave me a 'brand new' silencer? 

He fixed it and in my heart, it was a forgotten issue and I didn't take it out on him any longer. We resumed our banters and, honestly speaking, he is even on my list for Christmas gift.

But I noticed my fuel consumption shot up.

I changed where i usually buy fuel and went to an NNPC mega station yesterday and I spent the same amount on petrol. Then I knew something wasn't right. 

This morning I came to my mechanic to help me check why my car was guzzling fuel and, ladies and gentlemen, here. The supposed new 'silencer'. It is a shell. Nothing inside. Just a case. Repainted and sold to me as new.

When my mechanic first informed me, I asked him if he was drunk on a Monday morning.
He laughed, went under my car and brought out the pot. He got a chisel and a hammer and ripped it open. I burst into tears. I feel so pained.

I called the panel who get me into this mess and he said " ehn, e sha ma gbe bo..."( just bring it back).
I have told him to get set for the police.
Why do we do this to ourselves?
Why? ?????

Some Mechanics Cannot Make Heaven - Read AIT's Presenter Ordeal With a Mechanic

Call her a blunt person, you won't be wrong, AIT presenter, Lara Owoeye Wise is not taking it funny as she called her mechanic saying he won't make heaven... Read her post below..

He is not my mechanic. My mechanic of over four years is far from my house. This guy is just a walking distance away from my house. We see everyday as I drive out and in. We got acquainted over the years having realised we share the same faith. He is so passionate about God. I would sometimes stop by to gist. 

We would talk politics, faith and life in general. He fixed very minor problems on the car ranging from replacing lose screws to greasing tight knots. Minor stuff.
Tor.
Two weeks ago he told me my 'silencer' was leaking and driving the car like that would cost me too much fuel.

He went under the car, told me it was completely condemned. He brought it out, and, yes, it was. I had worked on it severally. We had to buy a new one. He told me how much. We haggled. I paid. Left the car with him. Hoped in a taxi to do my runs. He returned the car at night. Following morning, I started the car, it sounded like an aircraft. So noisy. I called him. He said he wasn't coming to the shop that day as he had an outside job. I left the car. Picked a cab. Did my runs. I drove the car to him again the following day. 

Dropped it there and went to work. I picked my car on my way back and as far as I was concerned, it was okay. When I asked why the initial noise, he told me some screws were not firmly tightened. He then said he realised that the 'silencer' he fixed on my car was too weak for my six-cylinder engine so he had to get a higher grade which cost him three thousand naira extra.
Ok. 

On Saturday , I drove to my main mechanic to discuss some pending issues and as soon as I drove in, he told me my 'silencer' was leaking. I shot him a terrible glance of " you must be out of your mind. My 'silencer' is brand new". He got under the car and screamed. "Madam, did you say this 'silencer is new?" to which I replied in the affirmative. He took pictures from underneath the car and showed me on his phone. I felt my breakfast fighting its way up from my stomach to my throat.

I called my 'brother' and handed the phone to my mechanic and he got a tongue lash from him for being so dubious.
My 'brother' then told me to bring it back on Monday since it was a Saturday and he had just been bereaved.
Monday morning.
I went to his shop and all I asked was for us yo drive to where he purchased my 'silencer'. I was no longer the sweet madam he was used to. I opened the passenger side door and insisted he must hop into the car.
Then his countenance changed.

He went flat on the floor begging in the name of God.
I asked him to bring out the 'silencer'.
Ladies and gentlemen, look at the pictures.
Old, worn-out 'silencer'.

He confessed that he got an old 'silencer' and refurbished it for me. He said he bought some iron sheets and wrapped the old 'silencer' from inside.
He begged and begged.
I was hamstrung.

Conclusion.
I should give him till next weekend to get me what I paid for.
I was sad and I still am.
What we do to ourselves in terms of harm and wickedness is grave and so unimaginable.