Kunle sighed. Desperate times called for desperate measures. He called his friend, Emma, the self-proclaimed hacker of the group.
"Emma, I need you," Kunle whispered dramatically over the phone.
"Ah, Kunle, if this is about borrowing money, my account is still under spiritual attack," Emma replied.
Kunle rolled his eyes. "Not money. I need you to help me get Tunde’s Wi-Fi password."
There was silence, then a deep breath. "Meet me outside his door in five minutes."