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|Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by SunFlow(m): 8:12pm On Dec 05, 2017|
Thumbs up man
|Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by muhammed50(m): 8:58pm On Dec 05, 2017|
You've grown another set of new horn.... What happened to the old ones?? Are they outdated??
|Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by sheikshegetto(m): 9:35pm On Dec 05, 2017|
muhammed50:they sprouted the first time....this time around they were full grown.... Hell boy stuff
|Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by sheikshegetto(m): 9:35pm On Dec 05, 2017|
|Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by muhammed50(m): 5:51am On Dec 06, 2017|
|Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by enonche85(m): 10:56am On Dec 06, 2017|
Lols!...Geology babes in my school that year were not fine sef.
|Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by WHIZKIDEFE(m): 3:23pm On Dec 06, 2017|
Sheikshegetto, baddest! I hail o. You get the kind vibe wey dey give me joy. You know some stories you read makes you(the reader) feel like the main character cos you can relate to it or might v experienced it in d past.. Thumbs up bro, its not easy entertaining us for free. Its not easy, Na man you be! Blessings n fall on you.
|Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by itsandi(m): 3:29pm On Dec 06, 2017|
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|Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by Uniquejames(m): 3:41pm On Dec 06, 2017|
I ain't surprised bro. my klass paraded the lowest number of fine girls back then.
|Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by Uniquejames(m): 3:48pm On Dec 06, 2017|
no b small hell boy stuff. chai!
this would not only make the horns fully grown but over maturity be worrying it.
bro keep it up!
|Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by enonche85(m): 6:41pm On Dec 06, 2017|
|Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by sheikshegetto(m): 9:35pm On Dec 06, 2017|
WHIZKIDEFE:lol...appreciate that bro, you don dey ginger me to continue writing as i dey see this so.... even tho i dey inside traffic as head dey swell so.
|Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by adontcare(f): 7:55am On Dec 07, 2017|
Na wow o. So all dis love for omotola, but she still dey mumu her self.. Mr demon, I hope dis it horn Na correct one o. Nice write up bro
|Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by Joislim(f): 2:49pm On Dec 07, 2017|
Loving this story... Op update
|Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by vanvick247(m): 12:58pm On Dec 08, 2017|
Awesome piece bro. I go follow this story bumper to bumper. Plz don't leave this story half way.
|Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by Buchi07(m): 9:14pm On Dec 08, 2017|
Correct one bro. Patiently waiting for d next update
|Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by ClassicMan202(m): 12:50am On Dec 09, 2017|
haba.... you don too old for that one, na grand ma Rose you go get
|Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by sheikshegetto(m): 3:13pm On Dec 09, 2017|
The old me would have let it slide, leave all to the hands of fate and stuff like that but I was done playing the nice guy, omotola needed to know that she can’t eat her cake and have it, she needed to be taught a lesson, and I needed someone to practice on.
To Priscilla’s surprise, I did not confront omotola, neither did I react to the news of her infidelity, I continued to act like things were normal. Maybe she thought I was an idiot after all but either ways, she held her peace.
The first thing that needed to go was to throw off omotola’s mental shackle off my neck, and turn events in my favour, she thought it was all games and strategy ,I just made it personal.
First of…I brought the spending’s down a notch, not entirely so she wouldn’t suspect a thing, the illusion that she was still in charge had to be maintained.
The next thing I made sure of was let her know the world don’t evolve around her anymore, that she was not the brightest thing in the sky, who are we kidding, sorry for insulting you all this while dear sunlight. All these were subtle hints that she was losing her firm grip on me, and she needed to do something fast in order to reel me back in.
And the last thing I did I was not so proud of, I used poor Priscilla in my plans. My excuse back then: my war was against women folk, and well she classified as one, so she was game, and another reason was because she knew all along while I was making a fool of myself, for that alone, she also goes to the headsman block.
|Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by sheikshegetto(m): 3:16pm On Dec 09, 2017|
Now when I come visiting, I don’t focus my attention alone on omotola like I used to, I made it seems like I was enjoying Priscilla’s attention as well as I subtly weaved my charms around her not enough to arouse suspicion but enough to call omotola’s attention.
I then reduced my visit duration, making false excuses that I had something important to do at some place equally important. During my visits, I checked my phone at every interval as if distracted and sometimes gave a small smile whenever I saw her look over to make it seem like I was enjoying a chat with someone.
Prior to that moment I could have counted how many times omotola visited my place on my fingers, her excuses was that she didn’t like Lati my roomie and she didn’t trust me bla bla. Even when she managed to come over, she barely spent up to an hour or two before taking off like my place was located in the evil forest.
I stopped trying to force her to come and instead invited Priscilla over, I would drill Lati into his best behavior and made sure she had the time of her life.
Our hostel was built closed to an allocated airtel mast, so thanks to their agreement with our landlord, we had light 24/7. So combined with the latest movies on my laptop and the cheerful banter with Lati and I, she began to spend most of her free times with us, omotola wasn’t very happy about the new turn of events.
When you lose control of something you once had wrapped around your fingers, the fear of losing what you took for granted pushed you into making desperate attempts to bring that thing back under your control, from there error making decisions comes into the picture. Against her better judgment after failing to intimidate me with her trump card ( trial relationship), she then tried her sexual appeal, a grave mistake against demonic entities like me.
One day, I got a surprise call from her that she would be spending the night at my place cos Priscilla had travelled and she wouldn’t want to spend the night alone. My triumphant grin after I dropped her call must have been so unsettling cos a I startled a group of girls about settling down to read opposite me in the library away.
I quickly gathered my books and raced from the school library.
There is no space for books in a brain that is expecting a woman…that’s a fact, else you’re either a spirit or gay asf end of story.
I called lati to get his stuff and make himself scarce for the night, my guy complied without argument, that was how we roll, male readers will understand.
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|Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by sheikshegetto(m): 4:47pm On Dec 09, 2017|
I knew she had it in her mind to come over to put me in my place, her mentality that all men are controlled by their genitals gave her that assurance but I was ready to prove her wrong and show her the errors of her ways.
Her first mistake was lati, she thought that with him there I wouldn’t have the audacity to go all the way as she tempted me back into submission but unfortunately for her…lati has been taken care of. Game set but this time I am behind the driver’s wheel.
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|Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by hidhrhis(m): 5:16pm On Dec 09, 2017|
sheikshegetto pls help us drop lengthy update
God bless ur work bro
|Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by sheikshegetto(m): 5:40pm On Dec 09, 2017|
hidhrhis:rodger that bro
|Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by heddiebanks(m): 6:54pm On Dec 09, 2017|
more ...more please ...
|Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by sheikshegetto(m): 7:23pm On Dec 09, 2017|
As soon as I got home, I immediately cleaned and arrange my room….my phone rang, it was my mother.
Mom: hello okanlawon bawo ni? It’s been a while since you called for money ope ni fo’luwa o (thank God)
“Mummy I’m fine” I said impatiently, wishing I had not picked the call.
Mom: hello. Come, this one that you are behaving this way I hope you’re not up to something.
My mind skipped a beat at this as I consciously looked behind me, expecting my mother to materialize, a disapproving frown on her face.
“No! haba, of course not…what is it gan sef, I will ask for money I’m up to something… I don’t ask again I’m up to something.” I stammered a reply.
Mom: okay okay ma binu, I just felt that i should call to see if you’re okay, just remember whose son you are and don’t put your father and I to shame.
“Yes ma I’m fine, I coughed to cover my guilt…now that you have called send me small something nah.”
Mom: Hangs off.
My mom psychic talent of knowing when I was up to no good was still as sharp as ever as I almost called off the mission but I soon got over my guilt by the time omotola arrived.
As soon as she landed her first question was “where is lati” sorry babe…your immunity license is unavailable till further notice, I soon made her comfortable, got her a bowl of snacks and a bottle of soft drink booted up my laptop, opened the movies folder and told her to knock herself out. I then bounced out, leaving her alone to join my fellow lodge mates gathered outside to catch the evening breeze.
My plan to leave her alone was twofold, let her stew alone to the fact that her suspicion was confirmed, I was slipping out of her fingers and she coming to spend the night was a good plan after all. The second reason was not act too eager or hyper enough to make her panic as it still wasn’t late for her to change her mind and leave.
She soon got bored and came calling where I sat chilling with my neighbors, the old me would have jumped at her call, but I calmly told her I was coming and took my sweet time excusing myself from my peers.
Anyway fast forward to bedtime o, innocent like, I took my blanket and prepared to crash on lati’s bed instead.
“Bioye what are you doing?” She queried.
“I want to sleep of course.” I yawned quite exaggerating.
“What happened to your bed?”
“huh…you are sleeping on it”
“so you expect me to sleep alone?”
“Babe it’s your first time here, I don’t want to give you a reason to stop coming, and whereas I don’t want trouble, small thing you are touching me.”
She laughed at this and told me not to worry, she would behave herself.
If you insist.” I shrugged, hiding my predatory grin and leapt for my bed with the expertise of a champion Olympic swimmer.
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|Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by Joislim(f): 9:01pm On Dec 09, 2017|
Bioye, come and continue
I'm enjoying this story very much
|Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by hidhrhis(m): 10:15pm On Dec 09, 2017|
Joislim:na wetin u go like be dat go and sleep i wont allow him update anything tonight let him rest nah
|Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by damynj: 5:51am On Dec 10, 2017|
In Adekunle Gold's Voice, E Dey Sweet Me For My Belle O! O For Ma Belle O!... This Tory Dey Sweet Me Wella!
|Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by Joislim(f): 6:29am On Dec 10, 2017|
hidhrhis:lol.. daddy bioye
|Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by Uniquejames(m): 1:39pm On Dec 10, 2017|
sheikshegetto u dah boss!
the 2reasons for leaving the room already confirmed your a demon!
baba NLA me personally need raw details of how the night go, something is telling me she won't be that good in bed sef.
my car still park abeg continue
|Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by enonche85(m): 3:09pm On Dec 10, 2017|
The last paragraph!...
|Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by loverboi97(m): 8:16am On Dec 11, 2017|
Guy Wia U Dey Na
|Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by Uniquejames(m): 11:03am On Dec 11, 2017|
enonche85:bro I tells u. ur head be just be bringing up scenes from nowhere.
about niqqaz fleeing room bro girls too understand!
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